#so t h a t s why my body wants to shut down
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✯CYBER SEX 2✯
THEE MUWAPGUCCI COLLAB
IN WHICH… Matt and Chris Sturniolo are just two inexperienced losers.
Trust me when I meet him, I'm fucking him on sight
Warnings: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! NO ACTUAL SMUT BUT MENTION OF PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL AND BODY PARTS.
MPT 1, GPT1, GPT2
"Next...Next...Nex-Oh he's cute!" Y/n gives Mika a dirty look. The two girls were currently in Y/n's apartment, going through the submissions for the contest. The contest ended two days ago and the girl had gotten around 1k submissions. She had already gone through 10 submissions alone, now she has her friend with her and they are trying to go through the rest together.
Mika didn't want to go through the submissions with her, but with the promise of free food and one hundred dollars, Mika caved.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you know he's ugly." She points to her laptop which has a picture of a guy. "Come on he's not that bad! Ok let's look at his entry form!" Mika snatches the laptop and starts reading things out. everything about him seems normal until they get to his sexual interests.
"Ok, so it looks like he enjoys bondage, roleplay, sla- WHAT THE FUCK!" Y/n looks at Mika with crossed arms and a raised brow.
"He's into weird shit isn't he?"
"What the hell is a slave kink?! Like does he want you to call him Massa and tell you to take his conservative dick?!" Y/n falls out in laughter at Mika's disturbing words. "Yeah immediate no! I'm deleting this submission, fuck that!" Mika does just as she said, and deletes the entry, closing the laptop right after.
"That's enough for today, let's go get something to eat." Y/n groans and shakes her head, "Mika come on! I have to get this done!"
"And we will! But you promised me food and after that slave shit, I need some food. Let's go to Randy's and get a burger or something!"
The two girls leave the apartment, making their way to Randy's. The diner wasn't that far from her apartment, with it being a college town and all it was easy to travel on foot.
They make it to the diner pretty quick and walk to their usual seat. As they are walking, Y/n gets a phone call from her mom. “Hold on, I have to take this.” She walks back towards the door, completely missing Mika accidentally bumping into someone, "oh shit my-Matt?" Matt smiles awkwardly seeing the girl from the library.
"H-Hey Mika, how are you?" He adjusts his glasses and his backpack, putting more of his weight on his right foot rather than his left. "I'm good! Hey, did you ever send that girl the picture? you never updated me and everyone else on it." He laughs shyly, rubbing his neck.
"I uh yeah I did…I actually sent a video." Mika claps excitedly.
“That’s great! What did she say?! Are you guys going out now!? Did you have sex!?” A few people give them weird looks making Matt’s cheeks burn a bright red. He gives the guests of the diner an apologetic smile before turning back to Mika, “I-umm. Y-yeah she liked it… and no we haven’t gone out yet but s-she did like it.”
He does his best to make his lie believable. It’s not like he could tell the girl that he submitted a video of him drunk and jerking off to a cam girl. She would probably call him a weird loser…or maybe even an incel.
“Well, at least she liked it! Hopefully, you get a girl soon!” She playfully nudges him making him laugh.
“Sorry, it was my mom asking me how school is going.” Y/n walks up attempting to put her phone back in her purse. Matt’s eyes widen seeing the girl approaching them. He feels his body run cold and he quickly looks down, “S-sorry Mika I-I have t-to go!” He rushes past the two, bumping shoulders with Y/n as he darts out of the diner.
"Well, he was weird." Y/n mumbles, eyeing the boy through the windows. She watches as he climbs into a sleek black car. Mika gently hits her arm, "Shut up! He's not weird he's just really shy. He's actually a really nice guy. He's supposed to go out with me and the girls soon." Mika explains as they sit down.
They order their food and it’s soon brought to them.
"What were you talking about with Matt anyway?" Mika finishes chewing before answering the question.
"Sasha had asked him randomly if he ever took a dick pick after Jordan sent her one-Wait Jordan sent her a dick pic? Even after he cheated on her?-Yeah and it was a shitty one too! Made up for nothing! Anyway, Matt said he never took one but he had the opportunity to send one to a girl. So we decided to help him, teach him the best way to take the best picture."
Y/n scrunches her face up, "Wait, you had to help him take a picture of his junk? Is he like a virgin or something?'' Mika shrugs and dips her fry into her shake.
"I'm pretty sure, I mean don't get me wrong, he's cute, but he's super shy and awkward. I'm surprised he even wanted to send a dick pic considering he seemed really interested in his studies." Y/n hums and plays around with her food, her mind stuck on the boy with glasses.
Y/n huffs for what seems like the thousandth time. She's been home for about two hours now since going out with Mika. Her time was spent still going through all the submissions. She found a few people she would choose so she wrote their names down before continuing.
"Why did I do this to myself?" She mutters as she fixes the blue light glasses on her face. She feels her mouth getting dry, so she exits her room to grab a glass of water. When she walks back, she sees her cat walking along the keyboard of her laptop.
“You’re so annoying,” she grumbles walking to her bed. She sets her cup down on her nightstand before moving the brown cat. She goes to close her laptop, wanting to deal with the entries tomorrow, but stops in her tracks seeing a familiar face on her screen.
“There’s no way.” She thinks to herself.
She snatches the laptop and stares at the entry infront of her.
There’s no way that’s him…Right?
She sits down on her bed, analyzing the picture. It looks just like the boy from the diner, glasses and all. Granted she wasn’t able to get a good look at him due to him rushing past her with his head down but she had to admit,
He was attractive.
He had a bit of a beard, not a burly one but one that enhanced his jawline. He had brown hair that looked as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times. His face was adorned by a pair of oval brown glasses, complimenting his facial features well. His eyes were a dull blue, looking as if he was tired when taking the picture.
If Mika’s claims are true with him being into his studies, it was most likely he was studying when taking the picture.
She opens up his application and begins to read his answers.
She finds herself smiling when she reads about his hobbies, finding it interesting that he’s majoring in film. She begins to wonder what his favorite movies are. She reads that he loves Lego sets and looks over to the unopened boxes of Legos on her desk.
Wanting to know more about him, she continues.
“Triplet? Jesus Christ his mom had her hands full.” Her curiosity is peaked and she grabs her phone and opens up Instagram.
She searches for his name and clicks on the first profile. Sure enough, it’s his account.
He only has 100 followers, most of them being family and the few people he met in school. She scrolls through his pictures and comes to the conclusion that he has a simple life.
Lots of pictures of him and his brothers, some of him and his parents, and some with a dog.
She throws her phone down and goes back to his form.
She gets to his sexual interests and to her surprise, she finds that he doesn’t have any, stating that he doesn’t know of his interests but is open to almost anything.
Most guys his age would know their kinks and what they prefer in bed by now.
“Maybe he only has had vanilla sex.” She looks at her cat, waiting for the animal to answer.
When the cat doesn’t answer, she looks back at the screen.
There’s no way he’s a virgin…Right? He watches her streams, he couldn’t be a virgin.
She wants to text Mika and tell her about Matt's entry, but she doesn’t want to put Matt’s business out there, especially if he’s as shy and closed off as Mika makes him out to be.
She reads the rest of his entry before getting to the first video.
She adjusts the way she’s sitting and takes a sip of water before pressing play.
“Take five,” she giggles hearing the annoyance in his voice.
She watches the video and is surprised to hear his words. Most of the entry videos have been people saying that the reason they should win is because they have money, or they will give her the best dick of her life. They were cocky and Y/n found that unattractive.
She didn’t grow up with a lot of money, so people flaunting it and spending it like crazy rubbed her in all the wrong ways.
Matt on the other end was a bit more soft spoken and actually treating her like she was human, admitting that none of the other contenders should be able to take her out due to her being too good for them. He also didn't flaunt his money, granted he was a college student so he was probably broke anyway but,
It was a change of pace that she loved.
She knew what she was getting into when becoming a cam girl, being treated like she was an object rather than a human. His words made her feel,
Good.
The video ends and her heart races when she scrolls down. She was expecting to see a picture of his dick, not a video that’s 10 minutes long.
The thumbnail is of Matt in bed, getting ready to pull his pants down.
She hesitates as she presses play.
The video starts with shuffling being heard before Matt’s body clumsily falls onto the bed.
She notices the only sources of light are purple LED's and a sunlamp casting a warm glow onto the bed.
She finds herself attracted to the setting, it was almost cinematic. The way the lights cast a spotlight on him, an aura of orange, yellow, and purple covering his body.
She watches his tattooed arm pull his laptop closer, noticing an old stream of hers being pulled up. He hooks his fingers into his sweats, before releasing his hard and aching cock.
Y/n’s mouth waters.
He seemed to be about a good 7 inches, having a mushroom top. It wasn’t that girthy, but she knew that it would feel mind-blowing, especially with the thick vein running up the side.
He presses play on the video and begins to jerk himself off, spitting on his own cock.
She feels that familiar ache in between her legs.
His moans and whimpers sound like music to Y/n.
“Fuck Y/n.” She clenches her legs hearing him moan her name, loving the way it rolls off his tongue, piercing her ears and making her slick worse.
She quickly pauses the video and grabs her cat, setting the animal outside of her room and closing the door. She rushes back over to her bed and grabs the vibrator from her nightstand, quickly stripping herself of her clothes.
Usually, she would do a bit of foreplay, but she couldn’t wait. She could feel the slick between her folds, the mound between her legs aching and pleading to be touched.
She lays back on the bed and presses play on the video, immediately pushing her vibrator in between her wet folds.
Her eyes roll back at the relief, letting out a deep sigh.
She looks back at her laptop and sees Matt’s head is thrown back, his hand working hard to chase his impending orgasm.
“F-fuck Matt!” She moans hearing him moan her name once again.
“P-please let me cum m-mommy, I’ll be a good boy!” His submissive pleas do something to Y/n, unlocking a part of her that she didn’t even know was there.
She never found herself interested in guys calling her mommy, thinking they had some type of mommy issues and wanting her to baby them. But for some reason, she loved hearing Matt call her mommy and beg.
She could tell that he was close by the way he sped up his hand and the way his chest moved up and down quickly. She’s close as well, the urge to “pee” only getting stronger as the vibrations go on.
“Fuck fuck fu-“ she watches as his head hangs low biting his lip, his stomach clenching as white ribbons spurt out, some landing on his chest and face.
She yelps and arches her back as she makes a mess on her sheets. She swipes the vibrator back and forth, prolonging the orgasm as her body shakes.
She closes her eyes and swallows harshly as she tries to catch her breath, turning the vibrator off and throwing it to the side.
She opens her eyes and stares at the ceiling her mind fuzzy and filled with images of her and Matt and what a night together would look like.
After a few moments she sits up and grabs her laptop, drafting and email.
Y/e/[email protected]: hello Matt, I wanted to email you personally instead of through Chaturbate! This email is letting you know that you are the winner of the competition 💕 If you would no longer like to participate and would like me to choose another winner, please respond to the email stating so. Otherwise, respond to this email with the days you are free, and where you would like to meet for our date.
Can’t wait to see you again, maybe this time you won’t be as shy and you will actually look at me 💕
Xoxo, Y/n
She sends the email and smiles to herself, standing up and throwing on her robe.
She opens the door and sees her cat looking at her, “sorry miss lady, momma had to handle business. Let’s get dinner started.”
She walks into the kitchen and begins cooking dinner, her mind still on Matt.
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can you do a smut fic about Sukuna having a female vessel, and sprouting different mouths to tease her to put her in her place in the most inopportune situations? sorry if that's too much or weird but thank you in advance!
a/n: OMG FINALLY IM SO HAPPY, THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ANONY!, YOU REALLY MADE MY DAY, soo ehem anywayss enjoy♥️!
After being Sukuna's vessel for a while, you realized something that you can NEVER have
privacy nor alone time, and have a day without arguing with this peasant bitch man or so called "Ryōmen Sukuna", your frustration is building higher and higher since you became Sukuna's vessel, having to deal with it is pure torture you're like a ticking time bomb that's ready to explode any minute, and Sukuna would just make that worse by arguing with you.
"Hey, Woman switch with me." a mouth a appears on your cheek, you tried to ignore it first, but boy he was annoying,
"Shut up Mike Wazowski wannabe" you said as you try your best to ignore him.
"Switch with me, brat, im warning you." he ordered in a stern voice.
"Nuh uh, is this your body?, No so can you please shut your hole up for a minute?,
you can threaten me for all i care." you spoke, scrolling thru your phone as his mouth disappears from your cheek, thankgod you thought, but oh god you were wrong,
you felt something, no someone licking your thighs and groin, you looked under your shorts and it was him, lapping and licking your right thigh non-stop, Sukuna gave you a mischievous smirk as he stares at your flushed figure.
"S-Sukuna?, what the fuck~nn are you doing!"
you slapped his mouth away, but unfortunately it was useless as he appears at your inner left thigh, "Pathetic brat" he chuckled as he stretched his tongue to reach your panties, "H-hey!" you yelped as you tried to slap him away but in misfortune it was no avail, he pushes away your panties using his long tongue as he licks your pussy up and down
"Do a favor for me brat, remove your shorts and I'll promise you I'd use this tongue s'good"
he says as he licks his lips, you bit your tongue not wanting to end the pleasure he was giving you, you obeyed without thinking, not realizing you'll regret it later, after removing your shorts he appears between you seer butthole and your pussy, ready to eat his meal, he spats on your hole and used his tongue to smear it around your pussy, he focusses on your clit drawing circles on it, spitting and lubricating it, your breath hitched, hands gripping the sheet of your bed as you spread your legs wide, for him to properly fuck your pretty pussy up, you were lost in pleasure that Sukuna manages to take control of your right hand he brings his hand in your entrance as his tongue went on top of your groin, nibbing your puffy clit, he starts to move your delicate hand back and forth, finding your sweet spot "Bingo" he muttered he curled his three fingers in you, you squirmed and tried to muffle your moans since the wall of your room was thin and Megumi was beside your room, it'd be embarrassing if he finds you being eated out by a curse, you arched your back and grinded on your hand the knot indide you was building up and you knew you were vlose and Sukuna noticed that, of course you were a brat so he wont let you cum that easy,
he removes your hand out and disappeared from your groin, you whined and blabbled about him not making you cum,
"Ryooo, i was~nn so closee, please, make me cum! -hah!" you said as his mouth appears on your right hand "Why should i?" he asks, finding no answer to his question you whined
"Ryo, please, im going to die if you don't make me cum" you smeared your boobs together and squirmed on your bed " 'Kuna please" you cried he scoffs at your pathetic figure as he controls you right hand again rubbing your puffy vagina teasing it, just to get back at you
"Ryomen a-ah! please!" you cried tears flowing down your cheeks again, for the third time his mouth appears on you cheeck just to drink your salty tears he laughed,
"I can do this for an eternity for all i care, brat"
he continues to laugh, "that's what you get for bad mouthing me honey, you'll get worse punishments, just you wait."
"~ngh, Ryomen oh! I'm sorry please i won't do it again please, please, please!" you plead, because of your defenseless figure Sukuna manages to controls both of your hands, his mouth on your left hand, he approaches your abused, swollen clit with your own left hand as pressed your hand on your clit, he shcked your cunt like rhare was no tomorrow your juices was all over your bedsheets,
"didn't expect that your were sweet as sugar, maybe I'll do this more often mhm?, you'd like that, brat?, yeah?" he continues to lick and thrust your own fingers to go back and forth in your pussy hitting every right spot,
squirming, bitting your lips till it swell and fighting for your dear life, came, finally,
but still, Sukuna was not near from finishing he continues to eat your pussy out abusing it's every part, he thrusts your fingers faster and curled it further more in you,
"a-mhhmm, ha- S'kuna t-too much!" you moaned, and of course he won't stop there, why would he? the fun just began,
"Ryo!~ hngh please, i-it's too a-aah! im going to pee, Sukuna wait!"
"C'mon brat, don't be silly" he laughed lightly as he enters another finger in you, thrusting it faster, licking and sucking your clit, your legs shakes uncontrollably as Sukuna pressed your left hand deeply on your clit while moving his tongue, and with that you released a squirt, "mhmmm~ ah!" you let out a breathy moan, your bed was a mess, your cum scattered on the bed sheets you plopped your body down, as sukuna's mouth appeared on you cheek once again,
"You liked it don't ya'?" he chuckled
"I-i, oh shut up Mike Wazowski wannabe!"
a/n: ik it's not the best smut fic I've ever written and not really what you've asked for, but still i hope you liked it anony!🥹
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hahah what if Rick gets drunk and reader if taking care of them and he just slips that he likes them? and compliments them and just kinda goes off?(then denies anything happened the next day when they ask?) I just think about that a lot tbh sdkj
You got it! Wrote this at 3 am and couldn't think of a better bit than the hair thing, go easy on me asfjkxc. Also did it in y/n fashion again. Hope you like it!
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"Alright Rick, I may be alone in this opinion, but the way you're staggering and drooling on the floor tells me you need that bottle confiscated" you sigh, miserably attempting to snatch the alcohol from Rick's fingers.
"Hey s-s-sh-ut the fuck up Y/N, y-y-y-you're being ridiculous. I'm a-alwaaays drunk" Rick retorted, successfully pulling away the bottle away. He laughs before teetering again, placing his hands on your shoulders to balance himself.
You look up at him with a slightly annoyed expression. "Rick, I've been trying to get you to bed for 2 hours. Please just stop being stubborn and follow me."
He pokes your shoulders playfully now, "Oooooh, really? Into bed for w-what cause I think I'm down."
"Into bed for my sanity, please."
He scoffed in response, beginning to walk off into the Smiths' living room but knocked over the table near the wall instead.
"Rick, Jesus Christ," you tug on his arm and he bends down slightly, clearly fighting sleep to the best of his ability. He puts a hand in your hair and starts twirling it in his fingers slowly.
"How do youuu get it s-so bouncy?"
You're confused for a second and then stifle a laugh, as you've never seen Rick this vulnerable and... affectionate? before.
"I- uh, it's just volumizer" you respond.
He looks at you still in a dazed wondrous state. "It's pretty. And I-I don't like that wo-ORRD but you know, I guess I co-could tell you that now. I always n-notice it firSSTT when I see you," he burps out.
You feel a slight warmth in the pit of your stomach. Rick has always been playfully flirty with you here and there, but has never expressed any kind of genuine sentiment like this before.
"Thanks Rick, that's.. that's sweet of you."
"I-I-I mean like I actually think you're cu-cute like a little baby, i-it's weird," he goes on.
"Okay, tell me more, but let's go in here okay?" You gently place your arm under his and steer him towards his bedroom. He rolls his head to the side and gives a small "okay" in response.
You manage to drag him into his room and take his lab coat and pants off and get him onto the bed. "Ugh, see wh-what I mean, it's sick..ening" Rick slurs out, staring up at you.
"What?" You ask, sitting on the bed beside him.
"H-how fucking caring you are. G-god I just want to be around you aalllllll the time. I always hope it'll-it'll rub off on me b-but I don't think anyone could be as go-good natured as you."
Your cheeks burn red as you study his face, his head still bobbing while blinking at you slowly.
"A-and I know that I'll deny this sh-shit later but Y/N you're a saint. B-beautiful and delicate. And I've s-seen a lot o-o-of fine specimens b-but I think you're the truuee definition of a goddess."
Your mouth hangs agape a little as you realize that he's serious. He's not just spouting some speech, he's telling the truth. The unfiltered truth. Only drunk Rick does that, and you've only seen it twice before.
"Um, well- thank you Rick, you're uh, not so bad yourself. I've always-"
"Hey, shh, this was my confession t-time, not yours. J-just lay with me, pleaaseee.." you can see his eyes start to flutter shut as he holds an arm out to invite you into an embrace.
You lay your head on his chest and he wraps his arm tightly around your body before you both drift into a deep sleep.
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In the morning, you awake to an empty bed and glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It reads 11:54 am. You're beginning to recall last night's events as Rick walks in, fully dressed. He clears his throat.
"So you wanna tell me why uh, you're in my bed?"
You snicker at this. "Oh, Rick, you suddenly don't remember?"
"Remember what? If we screwed, th-then clearly not. Must not have been that impressed sweetie."
"Nope, we didn't. Buuuut, you did basically praise me all night" you smirk.
"Not a chance," Rick laughs and crosses his arms sternly.
"You did though. And I know that for the smartest man in the universe, your memory isn't that bad. Even in a hangover," you tease now, desperate for him to admit to his vulnerability.
He sits on the bed beside you and leans to get in your face. "Are you that desperate for my attention that you're making things up?"
"Hmm, I guess so. Anyway, I've got to go get dressed and volumize my hair, we'll talk later," you smile as you get up to leave.
Before you go, you catch a small look of shock on his face and a quiet "shit" escape his mouth.
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Deep | 03
✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader
✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract
✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content
✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.
✧ word count: 10k
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"if you're just doing it to kill time, then do it with me" taking back his arm from your hold he steps back.
you felt terrified of the words that just came out your mouth, but you decided to stand your ground, there was no turning back. the damage was done. "what" "i said i-"
"no i heard what you said, have you lost you're mind? what is with you today" making his way to the door he tries to escape this awkward situation he was put in. and just like earlier your body moved on it's own. hugging him from behind you pull him back "yoongi!"
he lets out a groan as he pulls your arms off him, holding them to your side, if he leaves now i won't have the courage to ever say anything like this again. "do you even know what you just asked me?
"i'm not stupid nor innocent as you th-"
"oh i've seen the books you read, i know you aint innocent" he chuckles, letting go of your arms you felt your heart sink when he gave you that look. the look of pity, it made your insides twist that you had no other choice but to reach for his face as you pulled him in for a kiss. pressing your lips against his, your hand behind his nape.
your first kiss.
your eyes were shut but his were wide open with shock as he stared at you. hands to his sides he hand no idea what to do, for the first time in his life he was vulnerable to a women. retreating from the kiss you open your eyes and felt a pang to your heart when he was just staring at you confused. you could feel how the blood rushed to your head, making you feel as if you could pass out from embarrassment.
"i have no idea what made you wanna act this way" staring at your lips he glances back up to look you in the eyes "but i hope you understand that this doesn't change anything and the answer is still no"
"yoongi"
"no y/n, that's my final and only answer"
"but-"
"but nothing, you should be focusing on your studies instead of this." you could see he wanted to get out of here, thoughts running through your head. you head no other option but to start talking randomly
"i don't want to be a virgin anymore" raising his eyebrow at this very tmi sentence "ok? uh why?"
"why? cause no one my age is still a virg-"
"who cares what everyone else is or isn't" you begin to feel frustrated at how he keeps cutting you off. you were about to speak up but this time he didn't even let you talk "y/n, i'm not gonna have sex with you just to take your virginity. are you crazy?"
for you. maybe.
"but you have sex with other girls for fun" you whine
"but that's different, stop acting like a child"
"you wouldn't be calling me a child if you would have sex with me" he was speechless, he never had a hard time reading you but not knowing what was going on in your head made him want to run away.
"i know you don't settle for one person, i'm not asking you to be my boyfriend just t-"
"no no and no. please y/n stop talking"
"fine, i'll go to someone else" you turn away, walking around the sofa to sit down. giving him your back
"what? no you aren't" he raises his voice
"you don't tell me what to do"
"what? are you that needy" you could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed by you.
"i would rather have my first time with you but if you say no then i'll go with someone else" he groans in frustration as he ruffles his hair. "come here"
"what"
"i said come here"
"are you not gonna change your mind"
"no" you shake your head, not hearing him clearly as your heart was beating so hard it was the only thing you could hear
"yoongi"
"shut up" he says as he grabs your hand, pulling you towards his bedroom. "you still want to loose your virginity to me" he says, pushing his door open. "yes" he pulls you to the bathroom, opening the shower door draging you in behind him. in your head every scenario your head ever read of shower sex was running through your head.
once inside he shuts the glass door only to reach behind you. to turn the water on. "yoongi!" you scream his name as he pushes you under the cold water. hugging you under the water he holds you in place "now you stand here until your horny ass calms down" he says with a smug look on his face.
I try to push him away but all he does is tighten his grip on me "yoongi, let me go before i kill you"
"nope, not until you stop saying you want to loose your virginity for shits and giggles"
you could feel your eyes tear up, once again he took everything i said as a joke. treating me like some kid.
"you're not going to have sex with me or anyone else. you need to focus on school. we're almost done and it's not the time to be slacking off"
"let me go" you say with a shaky voice, the cold water was getting to you
"your dad told me to watch over you, i'm not letting you do dumb choices now that we're almost done with school"
"let me go yoongi" you yell at him, hitting his chest. but he didn't budge, keeping us under the water for about another five minutes. "are you calm"
"yes"
"are you gonna make more crazy requests"
"no"
"are you going to ask someone else" shaking my head in reply.
As if i'd want anyone other than you.
"good girl" he reaches for the handle, turning off the water. he opens the door to the shower, stepping out. "here" he hands you a towel. head down, you take the towel. "wait here, let me get you something to wear" you stand there, with a towel in your hands
"here, wear this" walking into the bathroom he finds you in the same spot, head down. "y/n stop pouting and get changed" he places the clothes on top of the counter before closing the bathroom door.
feeling defeated you change into the dry clothes that belonged to him before opening the door.
"all better"
"yeah" you mumble
"don't be like that. i get how you could be curious about things like that but you don't want to loose your virginity over some reason like that"
"where's your clothes"
"huh"
"i'll put it wash, where did you leave it"
"oh..i put it in the washer." nodding you leave his room, walking past him.
"this girl is gonna be the death of me" he sighs, laying on his bed.
Once you were done he said you weren't allowed to stay over and he quickly sent you away. walking to your apartment you didn't think you'd have to return to made you even more humiliated.
entering your apartment your stomach rumbles. looking at the wall that stands between the two of you. you stick your middle finger out "fuck you yoongi"
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"that's why you got your own car" yoongi tells you as you hold onto the drivers seat door blocking him from getting into his car "you said nothing would change"
"y/n just listen to me and move" grabbing your wrist he pulls it off the handle and you move aside. he gets into the car, starting the engine. you can see how he tilts his head back as he leans it against the head rest. as his window rolls down he turns to look at you and stays silent for a while before sighing "get in, idiot" you tried talking to him but he was only nodding his head or humming. you could feel how he was cautious around you now.
"want to have lunch together" he says as he parks
"now you want to talk? yoongi forget what happened yesterday. it was a mistak-"
"stop"
"no, remember i don't mind my own business. i just wanted to talk to you about maybe being more distant since you won't let go what happened yesterday" without letting him answer, you get out of the car and speed walk to the building.
"please let me sleep over" you hold onto your friend's arm as you shake her pleading for her to save you from the embarrassment.
" what did you do that's so bad you have to hide at my place"
"nothing, i just wanna go out.."
jihye gives you the side eye, knowing damn well there's something you're hiding. "forget it" you pout as you sink deeper into your chair.
"oh stop, yes you can come over" as if you were a spring you straightened pulling her into a tight hug where you squeeze her to death.
"i'll be with jihye tonight. don't wait for me"
"still texting him even though you are hiding out here?" putting your phone away you roll your eyes "i'm just letting him know so he doesn't stay waiting for me. then he can go have his own fun" you give her a bitter smile.
"okay.....anyways i bought these really cute night gowns the other day" tossing one bag to you she grins "i got you a pair too"
"why?" opening the bag you take out the purple silky gown, the floral embroidery that decorated the chest over the nude color had you in awe "this is actually pretty"
"i know! and you never buy things like these" she gives you a push towards the bathroom"now go change, let's see if it look better on" she winks at you as she takes her out of the bag
entering the bathroom you begin to undress, stopping once your phone rings. knowing who it was you decide to ignore it, but he kept blowing up your phone.
come home, stop being stubborn
how do i not know you're out doing what you said you would, answer the phone
your phone then rings as he calls you. but you hang up, opening the messages instead.
i'm at jihye's house
" this looks nice" you look at yourself through the mirror, the gown helped outline all your curves along. your phone rings one more time, annoyed you pick it up.
show me
fine...want me to show you.
yoongi had been to jihye's house when she threw a party once, so he knows how it looks. stepping out of the bathroom you notice jihye wasn't around. she could still be changing you thought. walking to the living room you stand in front of her massive mirror and take a quick photo, showing him where you were but more importantly showing him what you were wearing
happy?
satisfied with your photo you send it and feel all bubbly inside. anxious about the photo and how he'll react. "holy shit you look good" your friend walks into the same room as you, with the exact same night gown but it was red.
"so do you"
"lets take a photo, i won't post it" she knew how you hated taking photos and hated even more having them out in social media. but today you felt bold.
"post it" you shrug
she had her phone up, ready to take the photo but your answer made her put it down and she stared at you "damn what yoongi do to you? i knew it was weird that you wanted to stay out but now this?"
"nothing, i'm just tired of being so...ugh i dont know"
"okok, then show some ass. i want more followers" you laugh at her as she pokes out her chest.
glancing at your phone you see no response only
seen ✓
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Pressing the button, a loud noise rings as the lever slides up letting the basketballs slide down in front of yoongi. As they fell he'd grab them and shoot them into the basket repeatedly one after the other. He's been standing there doing it over and over beating his own score "he must be really fucking mad" jin whispers to namjoon as he stuffs his mouth with chips, namjoon in the other hand looked disgusted by him talking with his mouth full "well no shit think about it. He doesn't tell us what happened, and next thing we know y/n's all over instagram showing ass and half the school talking about it" jin shrugs as he looks back at yoongi who just passed his own high score once again.
"hyung, what if you just tell us what happened" Having finished the game yoongi turns to look at the guys who had a curious and concerned looked on their face. "Nothing happened" yoongi shrugs as he continues to not satisfy his friends curiosity. looking at the clock he picks up his things and says goodbye.
"where are. you going?" namjoon asks him as he follows him outside "my kitten doesn't know how to behave, she left the house so i'm gonna go pick her up"
"the same one that hates how you smell?" namjoon asks confused
"yeah, that one exactly"
it was about time you came back home and yoongi knows jihye took you meaning you had no ride back except her. He wanted to use this moment to talk to you and clear things up.
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After the very nice photo shoot you had with jihye in the living room you both watched some movies, talked about school and then fell asleep. it was 12 in the afternoon the next day when you wake up because of the sound from your phone.
"hello?" you say without checking who called, your groggily voice made the person in the other end of the call chuckle "were you sleeping" your eyes widen as you hear yoongi's voice, sitting up quickly you felt dizzy causing you to lay back down
"yes" you say defeated
"i'm waiting for you outside, I know you don't have a ride and jihye is lazy. she'd probably not wanna take you home"
"but what about the distan-"
"babe, please just come out" your insides felt all fuzzy inside as he called you by you 'babe'. this man made you forget all morals, he could do the worst thing in the whole world and still you'd forgive him
"fine but you're buying breakfast"
"fine, we'll get anything you want" he laughs.
you didn't take long getting all your things together and leaving a note for jihye, since she'll for sure sleep in some more. yoongi was waiting outside the car, leaning against the passenger door. you sigh when you see that between his beautiful slender fingers was a cigarette. He looked so natural as he placed it between his nice plump juicy lips. he hadn't noticed you walking towards him since he was pulling out his lighter, just about to light the cigarette.
you waste no time to pull it out from between his lips, only to stick it into your back pocket. "really yoongi? where are all the jolly ranchers I gave you" you cross your arms clearly disappointed in him. He didn't say anything but stick the lighter back into his pocket "they're all gone"
there was something different about him today. there was this tension between the both of you, you felt your body heating up as he stared at you without saying anything "well find something sweet to eat when i'm not around"
"like what"
"i don't know, just find something" he nods, you both stand there awkwardly for a few minutes before you gather your courage to speak up "yoongi about what happened.." grabbing onto your arm he pulls your body up against him as he stares into your eyes "yoongi?" your voice shakes, startled to have him so close.
"shut up already about what happened" without giving you a chance to answer he presses his lips against yours in the most gentle way you have ever seen someone kiss another person, his hand holding your nape as his thumb caresses your cheek. his hand slithers to your ass, as he sneakily squeezes it as he takes the cigarette from your back pocket. he pulls away from the kiss, no expression on his face at all. well he did look smug, but that's yoongi.
in the other hand you looked stupidly shocked, but he didn't laugh. he made no comment.
"wha-"
"there's nothing wrong with a couple of kisses between friends, stop overthinking about what happened that day" he pats your head right as he grabs your suitcase putting it in the trunk. walking to where you were left dumbfounded he opens the passenger door, you could feel how your face was red, hot , sweaty from what just happened. and as much as he wanted to laugh he didn't.
"yoongi..you kissed me"
"you kissed me first, i was just showing you how it was nothing"
did you hear that? that was my heart shattering into a million pieces, min yoongi just kissed, he was the one who initiated the kiss and he says it was nothing?
"nothing?"
"i meant it was easy to kiss someone"
"someone?"
stopping the car in a empty parking lot he drove into, he turns the ignition off as he turns to look your way "I mean't that kissing between friends isn't a bad thing...it's easy to kiss someone you know and feel comfortable about it"
"friends?"
"babe use full sentences what are you trying to ask" he groans as he sits back on his seat, not looking your way anymore. annoyed by the way he was taking the situation you felt anger fill your stomach and you wanted to yell.
taking off your seatbelt causes him to look your way, thinking you'd get out the car and start throwing a tantrum like maybe say you'll walk home or something but instead he was left with his eyes almost leaving his sockets due to the shock he felt. you swing your leg over, straddling him, you place your hands on his shoulders as you hover over him. being over him you felt more courage, seeing the shock in his face made you feel even more fuzzy inside. wasting no time you sit on his lap making sure to position yourself right above his crotch.
"kissing is fine between friends huh" you ask, pushing his bangs back. gathering himself back together yoongi places his hands on your waist holding you in your place. "a couple of kisses are fine"
"how much is a couple" you ask, inching your face away from his every second you both stared into each others eyes, occasionally not long but the both of you would glance at each others lips.
just as your noses were rubbing against each other he chuckles "as many times as we want i guess"
before you could understand what the fuck you were doing, or if this made you look like a desperate virgin. your lips were pressed against him as he kissed you, softly at first, it didn't take long for him to intensify the kiss. trying to keep up with him. you struggled, this was your first make out session and it was having you drown in euphoria.
"breathe y/n" he chuckles before kissing you again, deepening the kiss you couldn't help the urge to cling to him as you felt like you'd faint at any moment. Your body was doing everything but listening to you as it started to rock your hips against his crotch, making yoongi groan and hold onto your waist ever harder, trying to stop your movements. you don't let him break the kiss, the kiss that was making you feel everything, it would steal your breath and give it right back. who else could've been your first kiss, anyone other than min yoongi would just feel wrong.
"y/n" he mumbles between the kiss, finally breaking apart he places his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath "sweet"
"what?" you ask breathless
"i found something sweeter than jolly ranchers"
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He basically picked you up like a sack of potatoes, in a very weird way that you were back to your seat and he was driving back home. he spoke to you like if nothing had happened and you did the same exact thing even though inside you were screaming.
getting home, he did as he promised and cooked breakfast for you instead of stopping somewhere. sitting in the living room you kept remembering what happened in the car and your body would heat up from how it felt.
if a couple of kisses was okay between friends, and he said a couple meant as many as we wanted. was it safe to kiss him everyday? before you could withdraw from your thoughts, yoongi startles you as he places a plate in front of you of what ever he had cooked "eat up". for some odd reason it wasn't awkward anymore, you felt like that urge you had inside of you had been shimmered down that you could just breath.
"yoongi...can you rethink about what I-"
"no, i don't want you wasting all your first times with me"
"but i want you" you blurt out
"what" he mumbles as he stares at you with his chopsticks stuffed into his bowl that was inches away from his face as he ate.
"i meant, i want to have all my firsts with you..."
putting the bowl down he sits back and crosses one leg over the other "why me"
"i'd feel comfortable if it's you..and i won't feel pressured..i could just say no and i trust you enough to stop"
naive girl yoongi thought. if he ever had the chance to lay a hand on your beyond those clothes. no one would be able to stop him from ruining you. "No"
"yoongi"
"no is no, and my answer is final..." grabbing his bowl he stuffs his face again, not looking at y/n at all. the tension was back, and you felt like you needed to run out of his apartment, the tight feeling in your chest was uncomfortable and you felt like crying. opening your bag you put down the new set of jolly ranchers you had for him not before putting one in your mouth.
washing the dishes since he cooked, he was watching the t.v while he waiting for you. "yoongi, i'm gonna go back to my apartment. i'm still tired"
."alright, knock on the wall when you're in bed so i know" his eyes never leaving the screen as he talks to you. nodding even though he wasn't looking you walk to the entrance bending down to put on your shoes. yoongi watches you as he reaches over to grab the box of cigarettes but stops as his hand hovers over it, he picks it up.
"wait y/n" yoongi walks to the entrance, standing behind you.
"yeah?"
he grabs your chin gently as he pulls your into a kiss, slipping the box into your hand. the kiss was tender, sweet but short but it still made you feel like you were on cloud 9
"you taste like green apple" he says
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"You did what?" Jihye gasps as the waffle falls off her hand onto her text book. You already felt awful about what happened, and even more confused about what happened after he kissed you. Her staring at you as if you had gone insane didn't help you at all.
"Can you not give me that look, I know okay" you stress, she blinks a couple of times before leaning back on her chair staring at you in disbelief "I knew you liked him but" she stops as she eyes you with a smirk forming on her lips "what have you done with my best friend cause girl you got bold real quick" she laughs as she claps like some seal. Covering your face hiding your embarrassment you regretted telling her you kissed yoongi.
"So what now, are you two dating?!" She shakes your arm trying to bring you out from behind your hands "thats the thing" you lash out "he kissed me back, twice no three times!"
Jihye was astonished maybe even speechless. "You were able to get the min yoon-"
" He said it was nothing and a couple of kisses between friends is normal" you interrupt her and speak very quickly, letting your head fall on the table as you whine
"Uh wait, what did you say. Repeat that please" jihye sits up as she stares at you, you could feel her burning a hole on the top of your head
"He said it was nothing and that kissing between friends is normal"
"Bullshit" she speaks up only for her to have everyone in the cafe turn to look her way from how loud she was. The table beside us had two girls who weren't appreciating our loudness and gave her a dirty look only to receive jihye's middle finger
"Y/n thats bullshit what type of logic is that?!"
"He said it's normal to want to kiss someone you are comfortable with"
"Who the fuck...is he fucking stupid" she was shocked, she was at the edge and was about to begin stuttering from the shock. "What do I do" you cry out
"Well what the fuck happened after you kissed"
"I left"
"You left?"
"He kicked me out"
"HE KICKED YOU OUT?" This time the lady behind the counter gives us a dirty look, jihye didn't flick her off instead sent an apologetic look her way.
"What class does he have right now?"
"Uh..why?"
"Cause I'm gonna go kick his ass"
"No you are not" you hold onto her arm, staring her straight in the eyes as you please to her to not make a big deal out of this "what the fuck even started this friend kissing fiasco
"I asked him to take my virginity"
Her jaw if it could, It would reach the floor "bitch you...why?" You were about to answer but she lifts her hand stopping you as she shakes her head "no....he's not stupid...you are" picking up her waffle from the book she takes a bite "and you're still friends?"
"yes"
"and he just lets you kiss him?"
"yes" you could see how she was trying to process everything you said, while trying to understand what yoongi was trying to do with all of this because she knows damn well kissing between friends isn't a everyday thing.
"bitch I feel he likes you" leaning forward on her seat she had that mischievous smile she always wears when she wants to cause mayhem. "you have to turn the tables"
"what do you mean?"
"you already told him you were interested" you shake your head "i told him i wanted him because i would feel more comfortable" you cringe at your own choice of words regretting it as. the moment you told him kept repeating in your head.
"fine what ever, time to make him understand that you were serious about it"
"how?"
"don't worry, Trust me"
If there is one person who can mess with someones head, it's someone studying for a psychology major.
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looking at myself in the mirror I didn't know if I should be pulling up the dress or down. "stop being dramatic" jihye smacks your hand from covering your cleavage. Jihye found out where yoongi would be tonight and just like he is gonna be at the club so will you.
"he's calling me again"
"ignore it" jihye takes your phone, hanging up on him as she tosses it into her bag. "tonight is the night" you won't lie and say that there was a part of you that wanted to slip out of this dress and go back to your pajamas as you call it a day but the thought of yoongi holding someone other than you tonight made you want to throw up.
You were back to the same night club yoongi always takes you to. the loud music and dark atmosphere is the one thing you'll never miss. Jihye always blends in once you enter as she joins the crowd, dancing among the other people as she finds a partner right away. You knew what you had to do and it was have yoongi find you, not you look for him.
making your way to the bar you ask for something that wasn't strong, since you knew that there was no way you could do this sober. sitting down you wait till he shows up, you didn't even know if he could be calling you since jihye kept your phone. looking out at the dance floor you try to find him, to come up with a plan to catch his attention but there was no sight of him. You were beginning to believe that jihye's connections were useless.
was it the alcohol that was taking control you wouldn't know but a brilliant idea came to mind. Yoongi always appears whenever you are with some other guy or when you cause trouble. You chuckle at the thought of him being your hero or something. Getting off the seat you walk over to the crowd, trying to find jihye. when you finally catch a glimpse of jihye who was waving at you to come her way.
pushing your way through the crowd you see jihye's expression change and she completely gives you her back. you were about to call her name when you get pulled by your arm causing you to jerk back against someone "what the fuck" you yell as you turn around.
"what the fuck are you doing here" yoongi says, jaw clenched. "let go you're hurting me" you try to break free from his grip, he grabs your from the waist pulling you out from the crowd as you walk with him. "you've been ignoring my calls all day"
"and"
"and? are you serious right now" letting go of you once he takes you to a secluded area. you cross your arms not even daring to look at him. "what are you even doing here"
"what are you doing here, yoongi" you ask him
"that doesn't mat-"
"i'm here for the same thing" you shrug, be bold
you were screaming inside, you felt as if you looked at him you might melt. "are you that fucking needy" you could see how angry he was, he was seriously tired of you at this point. but you stood your ground ignoring his words that made you want to run away and hide. "we're going home" he says in frustration.
you were about to tell him no, tell him that you're tired of him always acting like he's in charge. but his phone ranged and he stepped away, covering his other ear as he desperately tried to hear the other person.
once he hanged up, he combs his hair back with his fingers letting out a deep sigh as he turns to look at you "we have to do something first and then we're going home. i'm not asking you, so don't start" to try and keep you from leaving his side, he makes sure to hold onto your waist as he pulls you towards his side, both of you walk through the crowd heading to the booths.
"fucking jimin" he curses under his breath. once you make it to the booths you see namjoon with a very drunk jimin holding onto the pole as he kept spinning around.
"who the fuck let him go up there" yoongi curses at the guys for just watching him, everyone turns to taehyung and point at him "what?! he went up there himself. no one even tried to stop him" he yells to defend himself
"well get him down" yoongi yells as he leaves your side, he stands next to jin who was talking to jimin trying to get him down but he wouldn't listen to any of them. you couldn't help but laugh at the show in front of you. all the guys were stressed and frustrated by jimin. as if he was pulled out of a trance, once jimin heard your laugh he stops and looks your way. "dang girl, you look good" he winks at you
"shut up jimin, and get down" jin finally gets up to where jimin was standing. "y/n come up here" jimin says ignoring everyone. you couldn't help but laugh at him, how he was swinging his arms trying to get you to come up, yoongi was frustrated at this point. you walk towards jimin, to try and provoke him even more and it worked. Looking at you as you walk by him he wastes no time to grab onto you "yeah I don't think so"
"but why"
"I swear y/n, stay still" your back was up against his chest as he held you in place. "where the fuck is jungkook"
"somewhere"
"well go get him" yoongi yells
it didn't take long before someone found jungkook and got him to basically carry jimin off the stage, there was now a drunk passed out jimin hanging over his shoulder "who's going to watch him" namjoon says
"not me, I did it last time" taehyung raises his hands "you should be fucking doing it for letting him go up there" hoseok yells at him
"fuck just put him in my car, i'll take him" yoongi says, wanting to go home already.
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yoongi drove back home after the struggle of putting jimin in the back seat and also having you go find jihye and let her know you were leaving. she hated that the plan failed but she ended up staying with the guys as they watched you both drive away.
"can't you fucking help" you curse as the both of you are holding jimin up taking him to yoongi's apartment. why do you always have to bring back someone drunk every time you go to that place. opening the door you both make way to yoongi's room. "last fucking time i help you bring someone in" you whine. "shut up and hold him" standing in front of the bed yoongi tosses him completely onto you, as he walks to the bed to pull the covers off. "fuck why is he so heavy" regaining conscious at he most unwanted moment jimin looks at the bed and pulling you with him he falls on to the bed.
"yoongi get him off of me" you whine
"girl i'm fucking tired" kicking his shoes off he reaches for your ankles as he undoes your heels tossing them on the floor. doing the same to jimin. he pulls him off of you turning him to give his back to you "there"
you sit up, pulling down the dress as it had hiked up your thigh "here" yoongi says as he tosses one of his shirts at you "hurry up and change"
"but"
"y/n he's totally out of it" walking back to his closet he takes out another shirt, pulling his over his head he also changes into something else. you pull the dress, if you could call it a dress and put on his shirt with nothing but your undergarments on underneath "i could go back to my apartme-"
"you drank, i'd rather have you here" he interrupts you "are you done"
"yes"
he turns off the light, climbing in to the bed. you were stuck in between them. you felt awkward since you usually lay on your right side but that would mean you would be looking at him, so instead you gave him your back.
"why did you go there tonight" yoongi breaks the silence
"do you really need to ask" you say. you could hear jimin snoring, the bed wasn't big enough for three of you, you were already uncomfortable. "yoongi can't I just go-" you choke on your words as you feel him turn to his side, his hand on your thigh.
"i said no"
your back was against his chest, your heart was beating so hard you thought he might feel it. "y/n" his hand made its way up your thigh stopping at the hem of his shirt "are you that fucking horny" he says
"i could ask you the same" pinching your thigh, you gasp. he caresses it right after. "do you want to be fucked that badly"
"only by you" you say, bitting your bottom lip as he plays with his shirt. "you're playing a game you aren't going to win"
"really? i feel like i already did" you press your ass up against his harden crotch. "we'll see" lifting his shirt his hand makes it's way between your legs. wasting no time he pushes your underwear to the side, bringing his middle finger as he slowly slid it gently again your folds. parting you with two fingers he begins to rubbing your clit in small circles. you couldn't help it when you threw your head back and the noises that came out of your mouth right after.
"is this what you wanted" he says by your ear, with his low raspy voice. she wasn't the only one losing it, he also was holding back his urge to fuck you right there and then, the idea of him being deep inside you made him see red.
you were close to him, he could feel you against him, smell the soft perfume you had on that he loved. thrusting two fingers into you, had her eyes rolled back into her head, he kept a steady rhythm trying not to hurt you. "don't be so loud, you might wake him up" he smirks as you cover your mouth with your hand.
he was losing his mind, he wanted to taste her. pulling his fingers out he sits up, positing himself between your legs he grabs the hem of your underwear as you lift your hips up helping him pull off your underwear.
"you're so fucking spoiled" he says before his face disappears between your thighs, he dives right in making you arch your back once you feel him lick your holds you gasp for air.
your walls clench as he enters his fingers again not letting his mouth leave your folds as he sucks and gives your heat open mouthed kisses. " yoongi" you cry out, holding onto the sheets , giving your slit a long lick he continues to tease you. his tongue flickered over you, you couldn't help but rise your hips to him his hand thrusts.
somehow, your hands became tangled with his hair, your walls clenched, grasping at his fingers your core was dripping you could hear the lewd sounds his his fingers entering you.
"please' you beg, causing him to look up at you, fingers still inside you but still.
"what do you want, spoiled brat"
"you" he wanted you too, but he couldn't...he shouldn't. the least he could do was satisfy you. and quench his thirst for now.
"take off everything" wasting no time you pull off his shirt and he reaches to take off your bra "try to not wake jimin up " he smirks, thrusting his fingers into you he wastes no time taking one of your harden nipples between his teeth, playfully as to try and not hurt you he licks them with his tongue. your hands were on his shoulders as you were a mess underneath him.
he watched as your face became blush and you bit onto your bottom lip to stop you from moaning. arching your back he moves up to your face, taking your lips against his. sucking, licking them your hands tangled with his hair.
"i fee-"
"just relax" he says, thrusting his fingers into you faster than before. your lips never leaving his, letting out a muffled moan as you release around his digits. you were a mess, both of you stared at each other. he was about to loose his sanity but jimin groans and turns over facing both of you but he was asleep.
thanking jimin in his head he grabs a blanket tossing it over your naked body. you were totally out of it, you felt your legs shaking and the idea of walking was out of the question for you. as if he understood, he lifts you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom "shower, i'll bring you clothes"
"yoongi"
"yes?"
"you lost"
his eyebrow raises at your bold statement, hand under your chin he stares you in the eyes "are you sure? who was calling who's name? " kissing your lips gently he pulls away before you could even kiss back
he leaves the bathroom, your legs giving out completely you sit on the floor.
"we did that right next to jimin" you gasp
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
"My fucking head is killing me" jimin groans as he slouches over the counter whining from his hang over "they told you not to over drink but you never listen" yoongi snaps at him as he passes by slamming his hand on the counter to annoy jimin "fuck you alright, I had a bad day and needed to get over it" I laugh as I watch them argue, handing jimin a cup of coffee which he thanks me before yoongi decides to respond.
"only cause you had a bad day doesn't mean you can make us have one too, having me drag your ass to my place" he rolls his eyes, jimin's mouth left wide open. Touching his chest with one hand as he flicked him off with his other hand "next time you get all fucked over don't expect me to help you"
Now you could've stood there and watch them fight all morning but you were also having a headache, meaning someone had to put an end to this argument. "alright boys, please yoongi go to class. jimin go shower you reek" jimin offended again as one hit after another goes his way, he slams his fist on the counter laughing. "for real bro, go shower" yoongi pushes clothes onto his lap as he picks up his bag "see you later y/n" he waves while walking to the entrance.
you stare at his back as he puts on his shoes and leaves the apartment. maybe you stared for too long, jimin's very loud sipping brought you back as you looked his way.
"what" you say, watching how his brow was raised with a very vivid smirk on his face "how long" he says
"jimin if you want to say something just say it" you whine
"how long have you liked him" he looks even more amused when your face becomes flush and you shake your head "you got it all wrong idiot"
"denial"
"You know what I change my mind" pulling the mug from his hand you place it down on the counter as you pull his arm making him stumble off the stool. Maybe he could've stopped you if he hadn't kept laughing at how flustered you were. opening the door open you push him out shutting the door.
"my shoes" he says trying to catch his breath
opening the door quickly you toss the shoes out not caring one hits him causing him to curse at you.
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
"this is getting interesting" jihye says, stuffing her mouth with sweet bread. you just explained to her what happened last night.
"but what happened after you came out the bathroom" she says picking up her carton of milk. Not able to contain your frustration you take the carton from her hand "HE WAS ASLEEP" eyes narrowed at her carton of milk she looks up at you "alright bitch i got it now give it back"
the moment you had opened the door he was out, or at least you assumed he was since he didn't wake up when you left the room and decided to sleep on the couch. He woke up before you as well and took a shower, to not even have a moment alone with you. Once he saw you woke up, he went to his bedroom and kicked jimin off the bed telling him to get out of his apartment already cause he was leaving.
"I told you I knew what I was doing" she snickers
"I feel like I did everything worse, he didn't even look at me"
jihye stared at you, seeing how concerned you were and worried. she got angry that he made you feel this way, surely if she could yoongi would've gotten his ass beat by now. "well he said he wouldn't have sex with you but yet went down on you sooooo that door opened"
taking a piece of her bread you let out a puff of air "we'll just stay as friends at this point" jihye brought your attention to her as she started laughing loudly not caring how people were looking her way "you guys are not in the friend area anymore sweetheart. Plus men and women can't be friends at least not how you guys are"
"what are you talking about? men and women can be friends!" you speak up, flustered how she was attacking you. "oh yeah?" leaning forward she grins "then why do you wanna fuck yoongi if he's just your friend"
"we...we're just friends..." she laughs at how you kept trying to defend yourself. taking out her phone she glances up at you "what's that saying..." she scoffs as she puts her phone down "you guys aren't friends, because friends don't know the way you taste" scrunching your nose you give her a sharp look as she just continues to laugh.
"You know ,no matter how yoongi acts or how many times he left with his arm wrapped around some girl...I knew you were the one he always had his eyes on" she nods her head as if agreeing with herself "what are you talking about now jihye"
"it's like he's saving you for himself, so make him go nuts" she smirks
"seriously you're fucking craz-"
crushing the empty carton she stares you right in the eye "make him fucking beg for it"
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
maybe it was the way you called his name or the sounds that came your mouth that left him wanting more. He heard you leaving the bedroom last night, it took him everything to not go after you to fuck you senseless in the living room.
that's all he could think of as the girl who's name he couldn't care less to remember wrapped her arms around his neck leaning in to kiss him but he turns his head to the side "no kissing" grabbing her arm he flips her over onto her stomach.
She's always kissing me, he thinks to himself in the mist of sucking on her neck as she moves her hand up and down his shaft. frustrated that all he could think about right now was you. the girl aligns his shaft to her entrance as she looks back at him "something on your mind?" her thumb rubbing his tip before she presses it against her folds in a teasing matter.
"you're talking too much" he tells her before thrusting into her from behind, having her pressed against the bed as the pillow muffles her moans. cursing under his breath as he closed his eyes and the images of last night kept replaying in his head he thrusted into her harder each time and the girl underneath him would push press herself onto him even more.
He's confused, angry with himself for losing control Last night, if jimin wasn't in the bed he'd fuck you without a second thought. "faster...harder" the girl whimpers as she grabs onto his hands. "fuck I can't" pulling out of her he climbs off the bed grabbing his clothes. "uh what just happened" she sits up looking at yoongi's back as he gets dressed
"I don't feel like doing it" he says
"what? but you were jus-"
"yeah so what" without looking at her a second time he was out the door. more pissed off than when he had entered the room.
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
you were walking to the parking lot when you see yoongi leaning against your car. stopping in your steps you watch his hand as he takes a puff from the cigarette before letting it out as he looked up.
gulp.
for some reason you were nervous, reason? you knew why. last night was the first time the both of you crossed that bricked wall he had built himself. sister? friend? there was no way he saw you like that anymore, he never did. This is what you wanted, so why did you have the feeling that running away right about now is a better answer than walking up to him.
while you were lost in thought, he caught a glimpse of you on the side of his eye. both of you make eye contact, he watched you as you stood there just looking at him. raising a brow at you he chuckles. "what? you aren't gonna talk to me?" he drops the cigarette to the ground as he steps on it, hands automatically going to his pockets.
you give him a smile, approaching him "Hey, I was just surprised to see you here. you're usually busy" standing only inches from him you could smell what he had just been doing, the bitter smell that you didn't like.
there was clearly some tension between the two of you. you could see how he was staring at you, looking you in the eye as if he was looking for some sort of answer. "y/n-" grabbing his hand you reach into your pocket, placing the keys to your car "you drive, i'm tired" you give him a smile. walking to the passenger side, he watches you get in the car returning a smile.
"you should really stop smoking" you tell him once he gets into the car "yeah?"
"yes, like what's the big deal" he laughs, pulling out the box and handing one to you "here, try it then"
"to what?"
"taste it" he pokes your arm with it, while wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner "i'm messing with you" he laughs as he sees your serious face not change at all. you felt annoyed with him, and how he ignores you when it comes to this matter.
"fine, let me have a taste." you speak up, facing him you quickly grab his collar. pulling him forward you smash your lips onto his, he responded right away as his hand snaked its way to your waist as he pulled your from your seat without breaking the kiss you were now straddling him. hands leaving his collar wrap your arms around his neck, hands tangled in his hair. You pull on his hair making his head tilt back, causing him to groan, giving you a chance to slip your tongue in. His hands made their way to your ass, giving you a firm squeeze as you circle your hips pressing yourself onto him.
breaking the kiss, you pull back and see how his eyes were close and he had a complete euphoric look on his face. slowly opening his eyes, he stared at you in awe. you smirk, hand reaching to your lip as you wipe off the corner that was wet. "yeah I don't like the taste" giving his chest a gentle tap you swing your leg over to your seat, fixing your appearance while yoongi sits there dumbfounded.
"y/n"
"yes" you responded innocently, looking at him with a gentle smile.
"stop reading those books"
entering your apartment you tossed your bag on the floor as you ran into the apartment, jumping and kicking the air, screaming inside. looking at the coffee table you pick up the book you had just read the other day, giving the hard cover a kiss. "thank you"
*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*
it's been a week since that occurrence happened. yoongi hadn't been with any girl since that day. all he could think about where does lips of yours and how he wanted to just take you as his own. you both hung out through out the week but not once did you throw yourself at him again. just like your best friend said, you wanted him to beg for it.
" You look stressed" taehyung tells yoongi, who was watching you from across the room as you talked so some girls at the table filled with drinks "you could say i am" he rubs his forehead "shits getting out of my hands lately" taehyung nods as he listens to his friend, following his stare he ends up looking at you. "is it because of her" he asked, if there was one thing about taehyung that he liked is that he didn't give a shit if a situation made you uncomfortable. if you open up to him it's because you care about his opinion and he will not hesitate to make sure you hear it.
"yeah" he takes another sip from his cup "she's a lot to handle" yoongi clears his throat. taehyung was about to answer but a girl catches his attention "well there's only one way to get her off your back if it's bothering you that much" he points at the girl who was leaning against the wall right across from the two men who were sitting on the couch "she's been eying you all night"
"if you want y/n to understand you aren't interested or serious . then just show her you're only in for a good fuck" he shrugs his shoulders
"not serious?"
"i'm not blind, she's gotten bold. plus she's always coming to our gatherings now. you haven't been had a chance to get with a girl either i bet" yoongi chuckles, this kid has no filter, he thinks.
"you like her"
"no i don't" yoongi responds quickly "i don't know why she's irritating me a lot lately" he lies
"right..just go, i'll keep an eye on her" taehyung gives his shoulder a gentle push. he looks your way once more changing his stare to the girl who was making his way towards him "fine" handing the cup to taehyung he gets up and makes his way to the girl.
"yeah he ain't gonna do it" taehyung places both cups down as he walks to the table you were at.
"girl why didn't you ever come before, like it's been three years already" the girl with pink highlights gives y/n's arm a slap "i don't know, i felt like i wouldn't fit in" all the girls at the table laughed, calling her adorable. "hello ladies"
they all turned to taehyung and called his name as they pulled him into the circle "what you doing over here" one of the girls arm was already wrapped around his as she made sure to press her tits onto him, he only gave her a smile before turning to look y/n's way. pulling his arm from her grip he throws his arm around you "just checking on my friend here, she never comes to things like this. wanted to know if she was alright" he gives us his boxy smile.
"i'm doing fine, i was going to actually tell yoon-"
"yoongi? you can't talk to him right now. he's busy" taehyung turns the both of you around making you get sight of yoongi who's arm is up against the wall as he other hand is on the girls waist.
talking
they're just talking, you kept telling yourself.
but one thing was leading to another, her hand brushing against his chest. your grip tighten on the cup, taehyung was amused by the whole scene. clearly she's all he could think about but he can still go to another girl. "wanna get out of here" taehyung bends down to your ear, whispering loud enough for you to hear him
"what?"
"let's get out of here" he raises his brows at you as he tilts his head towards the door, that leads out the basement. "and go where" you ask, glancing at him and yoongi. you both stood there for a bit watching how the girl grabs onto yoongi's wrist and pulls him to the staircase leading out the basement. grinning, taehyung turns his head to you, "well we could do what they're about to do sweetheart"
wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulls you through the crowd. bodies close you look at taehyung confused.
you knew where yoongi was going
and you knew what they're gonna do
taehyung knows too, so when he said that...you both reach the staircase but you pull back on his arm, stopping him in his spot. if i tell him no, will he get mad...looking into taehyung's eyes that were dead serious you inhale a hard breath "wait..i can't"
"you can't?"
"i don't want to"
taehyung lets go, crossing his arms. looking you straight in the eye. "i-" not being able to keep a straight expression on his face he bursts out laughing "i was just fucking with you y/n, i'm not interested in you at all" your face felt as if someone had thrown coffee onto you, you were beet red. "fuck you, why'd you joke like that" you slap his arm "i'm sorry, i was just bored. damn why did you look so serious "
shaking your head you start to laugh too, you felt stupid for freaking out like that. "you scared me, i thought you'd get mad if i said no"
he frowns at how you pinched your arm "hey, don't ever be around people who intimidate you. you shouldn't feel like that around anyone" he lets out a long puff of air "look i know you like yoongi, let's go coincidently bump into them and cock block him" he gives you a wide smile
"i...who says i li-"
"jimin told me" he shrugs
that little bastard...i'm gonna...
"come on we don't have time" wrapping his arm around your waist once more he guides you out of the basement, the fresh air hitting your face. you thought finding yoongi would be some work but it wasn't. just making one turn and you were already face to face with him. they hadn't even moved on flirting with each other. he had her on top of a table as he stood between her legs caressing them.
taehyung doesn't miss the chance to speak up, "let's go to my place" he tugs on clothes giving you a look as if telling you to follow along.
"ok" you respond as loud as him, yoongi's hands stop what they were doing once he heard your voice. looking up from the girl who was in front of him.
letting go of her, yoongi moves away from the table. making sure it was you and he didn't get mistaken. he watches as the two of you are walking away. "what the fuck" he mutters. he begins to walk towards the two figures who were giving him their back. and he notices taehyung's hand tattoo's which was the last straw for him.
with one swift move, he grabs a hold of his arm that was wrapped around your waist. yanking him off of you as he pull you to his side "where the fuck were you going" his jaw clenched. taehyung looks over his shoulder watching the girl he left on the table dumbfounded as he lets out a scoff.
"well what were you gonna do"
"yoongi" you say his name, giving his arm a squeeze. you hadn't seen him this angry in a while. maybe this was a bad idea you thought. they've both been drinking tonight as well "taehyung you-"
"don't say another word y/n" he lets go of your arm, stepping up to taehyung. face to face.
taehyung wasn't intimidated one bit by his older friend. instead he leaned in and whispered into yoongi's ear
"you do like her, liar"
I didn't hear what taehyung whispered to yoongi as he leaned in. Yoongi's body tensed only for taehyung to chuckle. you reach for yoongi's arm again, tugging on his arm as you try to get them to stop staring at each other. taehyung scoffs as he pushes past yoongi hitting his shoulder. you look at taehyung who walked past the both of you only for him to wink at you.
"you still have that stupid idea?!" he pulls his arm from your grip, turning to fully look at you. The look on his face made you gulp. He was angry. "what ide-" irritated by your response he grabs your wrist pulling you with him as he walks back to the house. this time you both didn't enter the basement but rather went upstairs. you had never been here, it was quiet as he slammed the door shut behind you, locking it.
fuck he's pissed.
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#min yoongi x reader#yoongi fanfic#yoongi scenerio#yoongi smut#bts smut#namjoonscofeeshop#bts angst#bts college au#bts fluff#bts fake dating
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My (probably unfinished) official list of everything I love about the trailer💫
- "How's it going :))-" SWERVED. ALEXANDER CLAREMONT-DIAZ GOT FUCKING S W E R V E D-
- Nora looks like she's going to stab Alex with her high heel. Also she's so pretty. Xjakcjd
- "you've done some pretty stupid things in your life, but this-" "Takes the cake? :DD-"
- The way Henry looks at them when they're lying on the floor covered in cake. It's like he's restraining himself from strangling Alex with his own suit jacket for the sole purpose of not worsening the scandal.
- "HENRY. SHOVED. ME.😡🥺" "An urge I currently share."
- Ellen in her pantsuit.. hey Ellen👉👈
- Alex is looking for ways to escape the room when she says the words "damage control" he fucking knows-
- THEY. GOT. LIL NAS X. ON THE FUCKING SOUND TRACK. Oh I p r a y they got the rights to Get Low I p r a y.
- ALEX'S FACE WHILE ZAHRA IS BRIEFING HIM HES SO DRAMATIC
- Im sorry guys henry is so fine alexander isnt going to be the only one thirsting over henry for the entire 2 hours/jjj
- That FUCKING handshake in the park. I can see the veins in their hands they are g r i p p i n g-
- these faces this is a point.
- "My NDA is bigger than yours, I want you to know that." "You're wearing Lifts. I know that too, sweetheart." -H e a d t u r n--- HES SO FLOORED FJSNF-
- HENRY'S LITTLE MOUTH QUIRK AFTER HE SAYS THAT
- I CAN SEE THE KEY NECKLACE. I CAN S E E IT BLESS THE COSTUME DEPARTMENT SHOVING HIM IN A LOWCUT SHIRT-
- "You better act like the sun shines out of his ass and you have a vitamin D deficiency" ZAHRA HAS THE BEST LINES AND ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES.
- Alex faffing about with his hair via his phone camera before the interview thats my b O Y-
- Henry slides over the box of cornettos so hard like thats the only hostile act hes allowed to parttake in
- To the person who theorized in the comments of one of my posts that Alex was going to do a little shoulder punch in the interview scene i am going to draw you a little firstprince fanart-/hj
- Because that was so funny and so fucking cute henrys fucking face through that whole interaction was just. He looks like he's actively trying to dissociate from the situation fjsjfj-
- The cancer ward🥺🥺
- Alex's u g l y ass suit at the new years gala... its such a gross jacket guys Im sorry this is what happens when you dont have jUNE TO MICROMANAGE HIS WARDROBE-
- Alex putting his arm around Henry and Henry smiling to himself because he's probably got the most insane case of butterflies
- I'm marrying the lighting director of this movie.
- GUYS GUYS SHUT UP ITS THE KISS.
- HENRY'S FACE BEFORE HE GIVES THE "Christ, you are as thick as it gets" LINE IS SO FUNNY. QUESTIONING WHY HE EVER WENT AND FELL IN LOVE WITH A DUMBASS
- THEY D O N T KISS LIKE THEYD RATHER GO DOWN A RAZOR WATERSLIDE🎉🎉🎉🎉💫💞💞🏳️🌈/GEN
- He does Henry's "Oh shit" face so w e l l-
- ALEX'S STETSON EVERYONE GET AWAY FROM ME
- KARAOKE SCENE KARAOKE SCENE I SEE HENRY AT THE MICROPHONE
- Guys hes g o i n g to do the thing he does with the bottle I just know it oh my god
- "Get O V E R yourself your majesty -p i l l o w-" "It's your royal HIGHNESS -p i l l o w-" "OHoho-"
- The polo match sjsjf. Same alwx-/J
- The little new voters goal thingy poster thats so cute actually-
- The pride flag in the back of the campaign office
- Henry texting while he's getting the royal preening sjcj
- never thought id cry just hearing henry say he misses alex out loud-
- THEYRE NOT SANITIZING IT TO MAKE IT PALATABLE/POS
- HENRY IN THE CLOSET I AM GOING TO SCREAM-
- "If anyone sees you leave this hotel I will brexit your head from your body....... Your royal highness." I LOVE HERRRRRR
- IF YOU FEEL FOREVER ABOUT HIM. AND THE AND THE PANNING TO THEM IN BED WITH THE SOFT LAMP LIGHT. AND THEYRE SO SOFT. AND AND AND AND. UEUE
- "Do you love him?" "What difference would it make if I did?"
- Bea's voice is so pretty sobs..
- It's always the blond autistic boys in the blue hoodies I swear to god/lh
- Theyre just chilling in their robes🥺🥺🥺
- DAVID!!!!!!!😭😭😭💞
- "Prince Henry belongs to Britain" and what if i sobbed.
- THEM HOLDING HANDS SOMEBODY SEDATE ME.
- NO SHUT UP NO GO AWAY HENRY CRYING... I TRUST HIM WITH HENRY'S HEAVIER SCENES NOW
- THEYRE AT THE LAKEHOUSE😭😭😭
- "It's like there's a rope attached to my chest and it keeps pulling me towards you"
- THE ASS GRAB. ALEXANDER GABRIEL CLAREMONT-DIAZ
- "The night is young, ma✨" <- said as if he isn't currently groping the prince of England's ass
- She sees right fucking through him sjcjsj
CONCLUSION: I will eat my hat. The movie looks really really really fucking good, it looks spectacular and I am so excited for it. I trust them. I'm only SLIGHTLY mad they barely had Nora in it and I'm only SLIGHTLY bitter at cutting June and Luna. But I am an optimist and I will focus on the good which is that they're doing the characters incredible justice, and if I see one person try to deny their chemistry I will A Clockwork Orange their ass to this trailer for days. Because That Is Alex and Henry. That's them in front of my eyes and I think they're in very good hands and this is the most coherent thing I can write I'm still crying-/srs
#rwrb#red white and royal blue#red white and royal blue movie#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#red white and royal blue trailer#rwrb trailer#🇬🇧🇺🇸 rwrb posting
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Hypotheticals | Bucky Barnes x Reader
I finally got around to posting this...sorry for those of you who’ve been waiting. I love you so much for your support and enthusiasm for this random piece of writing that you didn’t know anything about other than it being with Bucky, and I wouldn’t have posted it if it weren’t for you. So thank you, and I’m sorry again for keeping you waiting for so long!
Words: 3.3k
Warnings: Some angst...that’s about it??
(his eyes are so blue in this gif and that little smile fjdhgoiuahg send help)
H Y P O T H E T I C A L S :
“What am I supposed to do, Buck?” you asked, desperate and a little irritated. “Just stop loving him?”
You saw the answer in his eyes rather than out loud.
Yes.
A scoff left your lips, and even though you knew he meant the best, you couldn’t help but feel an ounce of anger creep in.
“I can’t just stop, Bucky!” you exclaimed, thankful that everyone else was nowhere to be seen. “It doesn’t work like that!”
He looked down, shaking his head. “Doll, I-”
“I can’t shut it off! I can’t suddenly decide he doesn’t still have a shattered piece of my heart!”
His face softened a little at your outburst. He looked like he wanted to reach out to you, his flesh hand twitching, but he never did. After a minute of silence, you realized he didn’t know what to say.
You stared at him from across the island, the both of you on opposite sides. And you hated it. You hated that the only boy you’d ever (mistakenly) loved brought this rift between you and your best friend—hated that it caused the first real argument you’d ever had.
“Buck…” You sighed, feeling the familiar sting of tears. With a hard swallow, you pushed them back down. “It’s not just a switch I can flip whenever it's convenient.”
His voice was flat when he replied. “I know.”
“No, you don’t,” you said, barely above a whisper. “Hypothetically, if you were in love with someone you called your best friend and they went and broke your heart, would you be able to stop loving them the moment they broke it? Because I can’t, Buck.” You paused to take a deep breath and gather hold of yourself before you broke down crying again. “Could you?”
His jaw set and his eyes flickered down to stare at the counter. “No.”
“And why is that?”
It was a rhetorical question just like the previous one had been. It was a question you were going to follow up with an answer after a planned moment or two of silence to let your words sink in. But when you opened your mouth, he did too.
“-because love isn’t that simple-“
“-because being in love with my best friend isn’t a hypothetical.”
You froze. You watched him as he looked up at you again, his blue eyes an ocean of vulnerability and sorrow. And it was then that you understood. His words rang through your head, echoing and bouncing off the walls of your mind, unable to be fully processed. Your lips were still parted and your heart was at a standstill as if your entire body had shut down the moment he spoke.
Bucky smiled a sad little smile, his invincible and undeniably tough front crumbling right in front of you. “I've always been in love with you, doll. You broke my heart without even knowing it but here I am now, still just as in love with you as before.”
Your face fell, and when you finally could bring yourself to speak it came out in a broken whisper. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I was going to,” he said, his voice cracking a bit as if the memory pained him. “I’d been sucking up my courage for over a month when I finally went to your door. You opened it when I knocked and I knew at that very moment that I had to tell you just how far gone I was, even if you didn’t feel the same.”
You frowned, knowing for a fact that didn’t come to pass. “What happened?” you dared to ask, your voice hardly audible.
He took a moment to respond, his gaze on the counter once again where his hands were gripping the edge for dear life. “You had a date.”
You remembered that night then, how you’d told Bucky about the guy who asked you out to dinner and gushed about how handsome he was. You remembered his eyes losing their vibrancy and how he seemed to shrink in on himself when you told him. You remembered asking him if something was wrong to which he responded with a tight smile, a shake of his head, and a half-assed excuse you couldn’t recall at this point. You were disappointed then, hoping that he’d confess his undying love for you and you wouldn’t have to go on that date with a guy you’d only spoken with for a few minutes—with a guy who you’d really only said yes to to make a certain someone jealous. But he didn’t confess anything, and now you knew that he was only acting so weird because he did love you and you were the one stupid enough not to see it.
It was your fault then, and now…now you were here.
Bucky spoke up again. “I know better than anyone that love can’t be switched off; if it could be, I would have done it a long, long time ago.”
To that you had nothing to say. What could you say?
What did one say when their best friend confessed their love in the middle of said love’s broken heart? When they confessed they wished they didn’t love you?
As it turned out, you didn’t get the chance to come up with a proper response. Without another word, Bucky let go of the counter and turned, walking out of the kitchen quiet as a mouse. You watched him, unsure of whether you should chase him down or give him space. In the end, he was gone before you could make the choice.
He loved you. He was in love with you. Your best friend just confessed to loving you after you’d already come to terms with the fact that he didn’t a long time ago. What were you supposed to do with that?
You weren’t sure how long you stood there or when you decided to slide to the floor. You didn’t know how long you’d been left alone to attempt to process and fix the situation at hand, and you really didn’t care to know.
You knew Bucky. Even though you were his best friend, every time he’d open up to you you wouldn’t see him for a good day or two after. It was hard for him to be vulnerable, and he needed space and time to recoup after he was. It used to bother you—at first you always assumed you’d said or done something wrong—but you came to learn that it was just how he operated. Besides, he always came back.
But would he come back after this?
You knew it was easier for him to talk about his rather horrific past than to talk about his feelings, let alone show them. You guessed it was due to a mixture of being from the 40s (where a man expressing his emotions wasn’t all that popular), fighting in a world war, being brainwashed and tortured by HYDRA to become a mindless killing machine, and his naturally stubborn, I-can-do-it-myself nature.
You wouldn’t be surprised if you never saw Bucky again, if you were being completely honest.
That very thought was almost enough to send you looking for him, but you still didn’t know what you’d say or do and you had yet to figure out how you even felt about it at all. The only thing that Bucky hated more than being vulnerable—although he’d been improving in that aspect over the last several months—was people not being upfront with him. And how could you do that if you still weren’t sure this wasn’t some awful dream your mind had simply conjured up to distract you from your heartache?
You banged the back of your head against the cabinets behind you. With a wince and sinking heart as you came to the conclusion that this was in fact not a dream, you went back to staring blankly at the kitchen tile.
“I never knew you were a masochist.”
Hearing someone else should have made you spring into action. It should have at the very least snapped you out of your thoughts. But you hardly even blinked as you flicked your eyes to the redhead who’d just made her presence known.
Nat frowned when she got a closer look at you. “Sweetheart…” She carefully approached you and kneeled by your feet. “Why are you crying?”
Your hands flew up, wiping your cheeks of tears you didn’t remember shedding. You hadn’t planned on saying anything to anyone until you’d figured this all out for yourself, but you couldn’t stop the question from barreling out anyway.
“Did you know?” you nearly whispered.
The girl who was much more like an aunt or big sister to you than a co-worker narrowed her eyes. You saw her thinking through everything she knew that she maybe shouldn’t in a single moment, then, when she apparently couldn’t come up with anything that would cause a reaction like this from you, asked, “Know what?”
You shook your head, staring blankly at your hands in your lap. Natasha took a seat beside you, apparently deciding that whatever she’d originally come into the kitchen for could wait.
“About Bucky.”
There was a brief moment of silence. “You may have to be more specific, Y/N/N.”
You took a deep breath, finding it hard to hold back tears now that you were aware of them. “He just told me he loved me. That he was in love with me. Said I broke his heart and didn’t even know it. That I was still breaking his heart by crying over some stupid guy I can’t stop loving who never even loved me back.” You exhaled, then with a laugh that wasn’t humorous at all, said, “I guess he didn’t explicitly say the last part, but it was pretty much implied.”
Nat put an arm around your shoulder and tugged you into her side, running her fingers through your hair. “Do you want the truth?”
You frowned. “The truth about what?”
Her shoulders rose and fell as a small puff of air left her nose. “The truth is, Y/N/N, we all knew. Bucky never told anyone—not even Steve for fear he’d let it slip—but he didn’t have to. It was obvious. For how attentive you are to him, I’m honestly surprised you didn’t figure it out on your own.”
“I…” You shook your head, fresh tears welling in your eyes. “I thought I did, once,” you whispered in admission, telling her what you’d told nobody else. “It’s why I went on a date with ‘He who shall not be named’ in the first place.”
There was a slight pause. “Because you didn’t love him back or because you did?”
A breathy laugh escaped you. “Because I did. But then I doubted myself and forced myself to move on and now…now I regret it more than I’ve ever regretted anything ever.”
Nat’s fingers still ran calmly through your hair. She let you wipe your tears before she spoke. “Be honest, Y/N: did you ever actually move on? Or did you just distract yourself enough to trick yourself into thinking you did?”
Her question made you truly think. In truth, there was a part of you that always knew you were still in love with your best friend. It was the part that made your heart skip and your stomach flutter and your brain go numb when he walked into a room. But you’d ignored that part of you to the point where, if it still existed, you didn’t actively notice it anymore. Then again, your actual relationship had been going downhill for a while, so it was possible that the lovesick part of you had shut down purely in self-defense.
“I don’t know.”
Nat nodded. You could tell she knew, but she didn’t push you any further. You didn’t know why you were so relieved by that, because if you were being honest with yourself, you knew too.
Nat slowly untangled herself from you and stood, stretching as she looked down at your crumpled form. “I’d suggest,” she said quietly, “that you figure it out. And soon.”
With that she walked away, apparently whatever she’d originally come to the kitchen for forgotten. Being left in silence once again, you put your head in your hands and closed your eyes. Your mind was a mess, and now your heart was aching even more than before.
And soon.
You weren’t a fool. You knew what those words translated to.
Before it’s too late.
XxX
There were hands on you, arms around your form. You were gently swaying but stabilized against something warm and soft and firm and…familiar?
With an involuntary gasp you startled awake, your eyes wide and searching.
“Hey, doll, it’s just me. I’ve got you.”
You blinked a few times, trying to get your brain to process what you were seeing and hearing. When your tired eyes finally focused, you confirmed that it was Bucky carrying you. Bucky. Your heart sank, and it took you a few moments to remember why. Bucky, who you’d just fought with and gotten an unexpected declaration of love from…an hour ago? Two? Three?
“What time’s’t?” you slurred, sleep still weighing you down.
“One,” he shortly answered, not giving any more context. But from the darkness and silence in the Tower along with the hopeful assumption no one would leave you sleeping on the kitchen floor for almost twelve hours, you knew it was a.m.
You knew you should tell Bucky that you could walk on your own, that he didn’t have to carry you and could’ve just woken you up, but you didn’t want to. Subconsciously you wondered if this would be the last time you would experience Bucky’s touch for a while to come, and, if so, then you weren’t about to give this moment up.
Before you could help it, your eyes slipped shut again and all logical thought went away. So when the swaying stopped and your body hit a different kind of softness that had nowhere near the warmth as Bucky, you could only whine, “No.”
What you could now place as your bed shifted slightly as blankets were pulled over you, but they still weren’t as warm as your best friend. Your sleep-riddled brain allowed your eyes to crack open just in time to see your source of warmth walking away. Your arm reached out quicker than you expected and grabbed hold of his wrist. Bucky turned his head and met your gaze, a question in his eyes.
“Please don’t leave,” you whispered.
Bucky took a breath and heavily released it before grasping your hand, turning back to you, and squatting by the bed. He was so close now, his lovely blue eyes piercing through the sleep-induced haze you were in. With his free hand he brushed away a stray eyelash from your cheek, his eyes following his movements before going back to yours. Sighing, he raised your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. “I’m not going anywhere, doll,” he softly spoke.
You thought you did a good job of quickly blinking back your tears, but Bucky saw. Because Bucky always saw.
He frowned, looking guilty. “Please don’t cry, sweetheart. I hate it when you cry.”
You gave a little huff of a laugh, looking up for a moment to stave off your watering eyes and to avoid the look on his face. “I’m not.”
When you were sure you weren’t going to cry, you looked back. It was useless, though, because as soon as you saw him something broke. Your shoulders started to shake and your eyes didn’t give you a chance, fat drops of salty water running down your cheeks. Bucky’s face dropped and, despite what the night had brought earlier, he made quick work of wrapping you into his arms. Within seconds, you were crying into his chest with his arms held tight around you and his chin atop your head rather than alone as you feared.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized as you tried to calm yourself down. “I’m so sorry, Buc-“
“Don’t,” he interrupted. “Just don’t.”
You swallowed and shut your mouth, taking deep but shaky breaths in through your nose. One of his hands—the flesh one—started rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you further. It worked, your tears slowing and your shoulders stilling as you worked on properly breathing.
It was silent for a long while, the only noise the faint New York traffic many stories below and both of your breathing. In a way you didn’t want to cut the silence short, but you knew that it needed to be. Even more, you knew exactly what you wanted to say.
“I loved you, you know.”
It was only a whisper, but it sounded like the first bullet in a war—loud, heart-stopping, and promising a bloody battle to come.
Bucky’s hand stopped moving and his entire body froze. You could tell he wasn’t going to say anything anytime soon, so you took the opportunity to say something more.
“I think I did the first day I met you, as crazy and illogical as that sounds. I just didn’t know what it was at the time and once I did it was…terrifying.”
If you couldn’t feel Bucky’s chest rising and falling underneath you, you may have believed he’d stopped breathing. He didn’t do or say anything for what felt like a lifetime, but just when your doubts started to creep in and ideas on how you could backtrack started flitting through your mind, his chest rumbled with the soft lilt of his voice.
“I know the feeling,” he said with a small sigh.
It took several moments after that to gather up your courage to admit what Nat and you both knew. It was a tiring cycle of finding the right words, taking a deep breath, willing your mouth to open, and getting frustrated with yourself when your lips refused to part. But eventually it worked, your heart beating wildly out of its chest as you spoke.
“You know what’s even more terrifying?”
A second passed. “What?”
There was hope in his voice. It was what you needed to keep going.
“I went out with a guy just to get over you, and now it’s over a year later and I think I’m somehow even more in love with you than I was before.”
You held your breath as Bucky leaned away from your embrace just enough to look you in the eyes. He intensely searched them for a few moments, making your cheeks warm.
“You’re not lying?” he asked, sounding more hopeful than you were sure he meant to let on.
You slowly, barely shook your head. “When have I ever lied to you?”
The sight of tears in Bucky’s eyes was alarming. You instinctively raised your hands to cup his cheeks, frowning as you frantically wondered if you’d done something wrong.
“Why are you crying, Buck?” you urgently whispered, desperate to get answers.
His own hands lifted to take hold of yours all without taking his eyes off of you. “You’re not lying?” he asked again in a broken whisper, his eyes shining.
“I’m not lying,” you quickly assured. You couldn’t imagine how much it would break him now if you had been lying.
He simply stared at you for a few moments, then quietly said, “Can I kiss you?”
Your broken heart could wait. But you doubted it’d take much time to heal now that it could freely love the one it’d chosen from the start.
You nodded, a growing smile on your face. “Please do.”
And so he did. Over, and over, and over again.
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Warning/s: MDNI, Fem!reader, Somnophilia, slight fluff, healthy relationship(s) is just a must, implied pussy eating, mention of masturbation, vaginal sex, pet names, unprotected sex,
A/n: first of all, I almost had a stroke while editing that pic. anyways! Been a while, hello I’m back again with another fic but it’s about my good man Shin 🥴 finally got to write a story even if it’s a oneshot for him! Been wanting to write one for him ever since I saw him and managed to see his animated figure 👌
“Shin?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“If you wake up…” you trail while watching his adam’s apple bob as he drinks his favorite drink, cola. “But I’m still asleep and you’re horny, you know that you can touch me or even fuck me in that state, right?”
Finished with what you wanted to say, Shinichiro’s only reaction was choking on his drink that it made him cough several times and then he proceeds to look at you with wide eyes and a look of disbelief yet his cheeks were a bit red.
“H-How could I even do that to y-you without your permission??” He stuttered so cutely that it made you look at him fondly but with a mischievous smirk.
“That’s why I’m telling you in advance.” You take his drink and put it down on the table in front of you both. “Wouldn’t want my baby to suffer.” Looking at with sultry eyes, you climb and sit on his lap already feeling the bulge in his pants.
Shinichiro was so cute — adorable. He kept blabbering and stuttering as his face continues to heat up, turn even more red while you start to slowly move your hips and grind your ass on his clothed dick, eliciting a guttural groan from your dear boyfriend.
“You looked like you were having a hard time taking care of yourself last night, you know?” His hands went to your moving hips and you could feel himself trying to hold back but with the slight buck of his hips into yours failed him already.
“You know what I’m talking about, right?” You whispered deeply into his ear. “You in the bathroom, touching your dick and looking all desperate while calling my name…” you hear him curse under his breath when you pressed your lower part on his a bit harder.
“Didn’t wanna disturb your sleep, baby…” he says. You caress his cheek then wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulls you into a breathy kiss. “Oh, you’re such a sweet and considerate man.” You say between kisses while his hands starts to roam your body in a feathery touch.
“This is why I love you.” Shinichiro gently lays you down on the couch and kisses your forehead before making eye contact with you loving eyes.
“Love you, too.” Beaming a smile, you peck his lips and swiftly get yourself out under him. “Let’s get to sleep, love!” Leaving his speechless or baffled state, you giggle as you head to your shared room.
You were sleeping but the electrifying pleasure you felt woke you up, though your eyes still remained shut and you could feel yourself trembling, especially your legs as your toes curled or tense up.
You felt something on your lower region, something hot and wet. At first It kept licking and slurping, the loud wet noises resonating in the not so quiet room turned you on even more, especially when it suddenly entered inside. It felt so good that it made you moan.
Then the said noises stopped, except for the breathy one sounds. You felt something hard poking your entrance this time, it was throbbing as it went inside slowly. It was hot, stiff, hard, thick and long.
“You awake, baby?” After fluttering your eyes open, you saw none other than your body on top. “Sorry for disturbing you, couldn’t stop thinking about what you said earlier.” Shin says then came a small moan from him next.
“And frankly, it’s your fault for leaving so suddenly when you got me so hard..” slowly moving his hips and licking his lips, you reach for his cheek and smirked with half lidded eyes.
“Take responsibility, love.” Giggling, you open your mouth and suck his thumb without breaking eye contact but not before whispering something to him in a seductive manner that made him go feral and start fuck you into oblivion.
“By all means, go ahead.”
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I know theres already an event in the game when Whitney forces Kylar to watch as they fuck the PC at knifepoint, but its never really brought up again (at least I haven't found it) so if possible; Could I request a NSFT scenario or drabble or something where a high jealousy (or even hysterical) m!Kylar punishes the player for 'giving themself' to Whitney of all people
Thank you! I really enjoy your way of writing Kylar ♡♡
DoL Relationships; AMAB Kylar (he/him); AFAB reader (you/your); noncon/dubcon; noncon oral reader receiving and giving; hysterical Kylar
Words: 1310
“I-I’ll fix it. I c-can fix it. D-don’t worry, my love. I can f-fix this.”
You shrink back from Kylar as he paces erratically in front of you, back pressing into the cold basement wall as the loner keeps mumbling to himself. You’re still wearing your Halloween costume. Or, what’s left of it. Thin layers of toilet paper nearly torn to shreds and offering you little warmth in Kylar’s basement.
“K-Kylar…”
He ignores you, still pacing wildly, steps sounding far too loud in the small room.
“Kylar, it’s okay-”
You don’t get much further in trying to soothe Kylar, a blood-curdling scream ripping from his throat as he lunges at you, grabbing your shoulders, his small, thin fingers digging into your skin. The force of his body sends you backward. With your arms bound behind your back, you have no way to stop your fall. All you can do is brace yourself, the crack of your head bouncing off the floor making your stomach turn, pain ripping through you.
“I-It’s not okay!” Kylar screams above you, eyes wild. “W-Why did you d-do it!? Why did you l-let them t-touch you!? W-Whitney, Whitney! Why did you let Whitney t-touch you?!”
You try to speak, remind Kylar of why you had submitted to the bully, how a knife pressed against his throat. You try to tell him that you hadn’t wanted to touch Whitney, to let Whitney touch you. You had been doing it because you loved Kylar. You didn’t want to see him hurt.
You can’t. Words fall apart in your mouth, useless sounds that can’t convey half of what you need them to.
“I’ll…I-I’ll fix it,” Kylar goes on, “I can fix it! Have to…H-Have to get them off you.”
Kylar keeps mumbling to himself as he shuffles up your body, fumbling with his pants as he does so.
You know what's about to happen, in a way. You've been in this town too long not to. But, it's somehow different with Kylar. This is your…boyfriend? That's what you thought of him, at least. So maybe it was fine that he was already hard, the head of his cock was now pressing against your mouth.
For a moment, you want to submit, to open your mouth and let Kylar inside. You can feel his body heat radiating off him. Can smell his scent, heavy, spicey, and uniquely him. It would be easy to close your eyes, to pretend this was just another fumbling encounter with your lover in a back alley.
It’s not.
You keep your lips pressed tight together, salty precum smearing against them as Kylar gently pressed against you.
“Please, darling,” Kylar mumbles, voice high and breathy. You’ve never heard Kylar like this before, and it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It sounds wrong. “P-Please, please. Don’t, d-don’t make th-this more difficult than, than it ha-has to be.” He gives you a trembling smile, still rubbing the tip of his dick against your sealed lips.
You continue to refuse him, continue to keep your mouth shut.
“F-Fucking whore!” Small fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your mouth open.
You manage to whimper out a broken “Stop” before Kylar shoves himself into your mouth.
“S-See?" He mumbles, the hard edge leaving his voice. "B-Better, I’ll m-make things better. P-Promise.”
It’s the second time that night that the bitter, musky, somewhat heady taste of cock invades your mouth, and, for a fleeting second, you think of biting down. You don’t. Even though Kylar was forcing this upon you, you didn’t want to hurt him. He was hurt himself, wasn’t he? And this is what he needed to feel better?
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as Kylar starts to sloppily thrust into your mouth. You try to relax your throat, try to keep yourself from choking as best you can. Still, you can’t keep from gagging as his cockhead hits the back of your throat, tears slipping free and rolling down your cheeks.
“L-Love you,” he mumbles, thumbing away some of your tears, “L-Love you s-so much.”
He keeps babbling like that, mumbling about “love” over and over. All you can do is try to remain calm. Panicking wouldn’t help you, but it’s hard to suppress the urge, edges of your vision starting to go fuzzy as Kylar keeps going, humping into your mouth with no regard for you, or your need to breathe.
You get no warning before your mouth gets flooded with warm, salty cum. For a terrifying moment, it feels like you might drown, his seed seeping past your lips as you desperately try to swallow the copious amounts of cum as Kylar keeps his hips pressed to your face. Finally, he pulls back, and you immediately turn your head to the side, coughing and hacking up some of the cum that you just couldn’t swallow.
“Love you,” he whispers, brushing his fingers over your bruised lips, smearing more of his cum and your own saliva across your face. “H-Had to make s-sure you knew you were m-mine.”
You try to say something, some kind of reassurance that you are his, that you were always his, but you end up coughing more.
Kylar doesn’t seem to mind, mumbling under his breath as he shuffled down your body. You’re not even fully aware of what he’s doing until there's a loud rip of the last of your costume getting torn away, the cool air of the basement hitting your newly exposed skin.
You can’t prop yourself up, arms bound and Kylar's hands on your stomach keeping you pressed on your back. But, you don’t need to see the loner to know he’s nestled between your thighs. You can almost feel the way his eyes trail over you, over your thighs, and down your cunt. For a moment, he just gazes at you, breathing heavily.
“B-Beautiful,” he sighs, goosebumps erupting all over your body as his hot breath fans over you. “Perfect.”
You know what’s coming, but you still whine when his hot tongue first makes contact with your pussy. His hands slide down from your stomach, one of them cupping your ass, the other joining in making you unravel, thin fingers pressing into your opening without hesitation. Kylar is more frenzied than normal, tongue curling around your clit, fingers seeking out those spots inside you that made your back arch, the sounds spilling past your lips out of your control.
Tension builds in you quickly, pleasure becoming near unbearable. It’s as Kylar’s lips seal around your clit that you finally break, cumming on his fingers and hips bucking against his face. So lost in the moment you don’t even register the long moan of his name that leaves you, the sound making him whine.
Kylar pulls back, mouth glistening with your fluids as he smiles down at you. “See, l-love? Is-Isn’t this b-better?”
You give a dazed nod, eyes unfocused as you stare through Kylar. The loner doesn’t seem to notice, curling into your side, small hands wanding over your body as he keeps mumbling about how he’s fixed everything, how you’re his and his alone.
It’s only when there’s a loud crash from upstairs that Kylar seems to snap out of it, scrambling to his feet and glancing at the ceiling. “Th-that’s my parents. They must have, have just got h-home.” His eyes flick back down to you, frowning as he seems to see how he’s left you, naked and shivering on the basement floor. Kylar disappears for a second before returning, holding an arm full of blankets. Gingerly, he covers you, pressing a few fleeting kisses to your face as he does so. “I’ll be r-right back, my love. D-don’t miss me t-too much!”
With another small hysterical giggle, Kylar scurries out of the room, leaving you alone.
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Whatever You Need
Summary: Olimar's eldest has something important to tell him.
Rating: General Audiences
Category: Gen
Fandom: Pikmin (Video Game)
Words: 894
Cross posted to Ao3
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Olimar hummed a bit as he sat out in the gardens with his eldest daughter, Stella. He hummed as he examined the vegetables over, trying to decide what needed pruned. Though, he was distracted by Stella's nervous shifting and fidgeting. After a few moments he set the clippers down and turned to her. "Alright starlight, what's eating you up?"
"Huh? Oh!" She stopped shifting around, though she began to tug at the strings of her hoodie. It was a size or two too big for her, but she insisted on getting it. In fact, many of her clothing choices were slightly baggy on her. He wasn't sure why she chose them, and simply assumed them to be a fad. "... I... W-wanted to... T-to talk... If that's - that's okay."
Olimars ears leaned downwards as he reached over to rub her back. "Of course dear, of course."
"I - I... Think... I... M-my body... I-I'm... I'm a... I'm..." She stopped and started her sentence over, rocking slightly as she struggled to speak.
Olimar gently laid his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them. "It's okay, starlight, it's okay... Take some deep breaths first." He stopped talking to make sure Stella was taking deep breaths. Once she appeared calm, he continued with "You can tell me anything. Okay? I'm your Papa, you can talk to me."
She paused for several moments, breathing deeply and staring at nothing. Then, without looking at Olimar, "I-I'm not a girl."
Olimar merely blinked, quiet. He wasn't sure what to say or... How to approach this, really. After a few moments he held his daughter's - he held his child's hand and squeezed tightly. "Alright. And instead you're...?"
Stella looked up at him then, eyes wide as her - their ears drooped. Stella was also quiet for a moment before finding h- their voice. "I-I'm a b-boy... I'm pretty sure..."
Olimar simply nodded as he pulled Stella closer. "Understood. Is - Is there anything you need us to do? Your mother and I, I mean."
Stella held on tightly then, as if he- his father would disappear if he let go. After a few more deep breaths sh- he answered. "Just... I donno..." He then shuddered, hiding his face against his father. "S-Sorry, 'm... I wasn' expectin'..." He sniffled then, causing Olimar to instinctively hold his... His son closer, rubbing his back.
"Shhh, shhh... It's okay." He tried to sooth him, though he wasn't sure if it was working. "It's okay. You're okay. It's safe here."
"I didn, - didn' know cus - cus you a-and Mama never - ver talk a-about it." He managed through quiet sniffles. "A-An' sense - sense uncle Y-Yarrow..." He trailed off at the end, going silent.
Olimar sighed as he tried to brush tears off of Stella's face. He knew his brother-in-law was... An asshole, to say the least. Always running his mouth and never knowing when to shut up. Dealing with him was far more complicated than what Olimar could properly articulate. However... "I'm sorry, I never thought to make it obvious." He held Stella tighter, just to get the point across. "We should've talked about it." He never thought about it before, but now it felt so obvious thanks to the consequences of his silence now laying in his lap. Gods, he never wanted to scare his own child like this!
Stella pulled away a bit to wipe tears off of his face. "It's - It's okay. I'm just... Glad."
Olimar nodded, slowly brushing tears off as well. "If there's anything you want or need, let us know, and we'll do what we can for you. Okay?"
"O-Okay Papa..." He paused for a moment, then, "D-Don't tell uncle Yarrow. Or anyone, unless I say it's okay... P-please."
"Of course, starlight." He ruffled his hair, then, "Is... Starlight still okay?" He didn't know much at all really, just that he had to do his best for his kid. Both Stella and Luna were raised being called "starlight", but Olimar wasn't sure how feminine it could be considered.
"Starlight's fine." Stella answered. After a long pause, though, he continued with "S-Stella isn't, though."
Ah, he should have expected this. He couldn't lie, it stung just slightly - he had chosen the name - but this wasn't his choice this time. He'd just need to sort himself out later. "Alright, what do you want us to call you...?"
"I - I've been testing out Nova, so..."
Olimar nodded. "Okay. M-May I ask you something?"
St- Nova shifted around nervously then, his ears returning to their droopy state. "Y-Yeah?"
"You don't have to answer," Olimar began, "But is there a reason you told just me, and not your mother?"
At that Nova relaxed as he looked away. "I-It felt... Easier. If you guys reacted badly, then... I'd only be dealing with one of y-you."
His father sighed at that, but nodded. It made sense, though he still hated that the boy felt the need to be so tactical about this. He'd have to do better in the future - for both Nova and Luna. "Would you like to tell her now? And Luna, too?"
Nova nodded eagerly at that. "Y-Yes, please."
The two stood up then, Olimar grunting as his back popped from the effort. Before his son could get far, however, Olimar stopped him.
"Yeah, Papa?" He asked, looking over.
Olimar simply smiled, hand on his shoulder. "I love you, Nova."
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I C E P R I N C E S S ∙ 4
Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky
Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS
Summary:
Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.
The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.
As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.
Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.
Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.
Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.
M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES
Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.
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"Hi, honey. How was sleep?" Your dad's question as you walk into the kitchen that next morning catches you slightly off guard.
Just slightly.
He's always asked you that question almost every morning, but its been a good five months since the last time.
It was very rare that he started chats like this nowadays.
You look over to where he scrolls through his phone, a cup of orange juice in his other hand.
He seemed perkier than usual.
"It was fine." You say.
"How did studying go?" He asks. You simply shrug, "It's for your psych class, right?"
You frown. Him and your mom were clearly talking.
"Yeah. It's just this two month project thing. The studying was okay. Bucky seems just as keen as me on simply getting an A for this." You say tiredly.
You grab your banana from the little fruit basket on the counter.
He takes a sip of his juice.
"He's a nice kid?" He asks, eyeing you over his glass.
You sigh, pealing the banana.
"Yes, he is."
"Well, that's good at least. We shouldn't have the graveyard shift for a few more weeks so if he needs to come over again, me and your mother should be around." He says.
You nod.
It's then that you notice the lack of her presence. You look around once more to be sure.
"Mom already left? It's only six."
"Yeah, she needed to do some paperwork." You listen as he puts his glass down and gets up from his seat. He walks up to you and places a kiss on the top of your head, "I have to get going, too. We'll see you tonight."
"See ya, dad."
"Drive safe."
You weren't in the mood to socialize today. The last thing you wanted to do the second you opened your locker was for Carol and Sharon to interrogate you.
"We called you twice." Carol adds, crossing her arms over her chest.
You let out a sigh, reaching down to grab your biology book.
"I was busy. Barely looked at my phone. Sorry, guys."
"That's so unlike you." Matt's voice sends a shiver down your spine. What was he doing here so early? You purposefully tried to get to school a little earlier than usual to avoid all this, "Not answering your phone."
You stand up once you have your book in your hand and you close your locker shut. You send Matt a glare so vicious he can only smile back at you.
"I was studying with Bucky." You say.
The looks on Carol and Sharon's faces are indifferent to your comment. If anything, they are barely affected by it.
Sharon even nods.
Matt's reaction is the opposite of both girls.
It almost perks your interest how fast his smile falls and how quickly it gets replaced by a scowl.
"Tell me you're joking." He says.
You squint your eyes at him.
"Why would I joke about studying with him? He's my study partner for my psych class. I need this grade," you hold your book tighter to your chest and tilt your head at Matt despite his still unamused glare, "So no, I'm not joking. Also, leave him alone."
He continues to look at you for a few extra seconds before he leans his shoulder on the locker next to yours and smirks.
You hated him. You wanted to punch that smirk off his face so bad that you could feel your fingers tingling.
"I get it." He says. He looks at Carol and Sharon, "She's down for the bet."
Your stomach goes cold.
"What?" You ask.
"I knew you'd come around, Bunny." His tone was nauseatingly condescending, "Ain't that right, guys?" He asks the girls.
They clear their throats, shrinking under Matt's gaze.
This was unbelievable.
"No, not right." You say. Matt's smile drops again, "I have to get to class. I don't have time for this." You add, walking past them and to your first period.
"You're still thinking about that bet that nobody wants to partake in?" Carol asks, turning to face Matt once you're gone. He can only grunt out a response, eyes casted downward, "All to take me out on a date." Matt chuckles and spins around to walk away from her and Sharon, but before he can get far, Carol continues, "When in reality we all know the one you really want to take out." Matt stops and slowly turns to face her. His face is as cold as stone as he glares, "It's been years. I know you're hoping for something ever since Steve left her, but come on."
"Not like it's any of your business what happens between me and her, why don't you stay out of it, Carol?"
"Not if you're going to use me as a jealously ploy. As fas as I'm concerned, that is my business."
Matt can only give her a small smirk before he spins back around, walking away.
He knew just what he needed to do.
Bucky could feel Murdock's eyes at the back of his head the moment he sat down, six chairs in front of him.
He hated that guy, and as far as Bucky knew, Matt ignored his existence unless it was to rip him apart in front of his friends.
So why was he acknowledging his presence here and now? In his consumer math class where Matt had no mutuals?
At first, Bucky was curious, but now he was getting more annoyed by the second. Did the creep know nothing about space and privacy? About how not to be a creep?
The class was still getting settled, and of course, that's when Murdock finally took his chance to take a seat next to Bucky.
Bucky could already feel himself hide away. He tried to hide his face from the guy as much as he could, focusing on opening his things for the class onto his desk instead.
But Matt was clearly insistent, because the second Bucky opened his notebook, a heavy hand slammed on it, shutting it closed.
Bucky could feel himself seething. He clenched his right hand into a fist and stared down at the hand in front of him.
Slowly, and very slowly, he lifted his head until he was looking one smiling Matt Murdock in the face.
Bucky knew that smile. He was up to something. That smile was all kinds of fake and cunning.
"Bucky, right?" Matt asks. Bucky doesn't verbally respond, even after a few long seconds, and Matt lets out a long and dramatic sigh, "I heard you and Y/N are study partners now." So that's what this was about , "She says you're pretty cool, so I was wondering if you'd like to meet us after school Friday at Jack's?"
Bucky doesn't know how to react to the random and cold invitation. He was also smart enough to know this was all bullshit.
"No thanks." He mumbles, going back to his notebook and opening it this time.
He can feel Matt still staring at him, and if he looked up he would see how hard he was grinding his teeth.
"Come on," Matt says. Bucky ignores him. Matt sighs, "Look, I get it. I was mean to you, but can we put it behind us? I'm trying to apologize, if you can't tell." Bucky's movement over his paper stops for just a moment as he hears the impossible words. Matt waits for a bit more and when Bucky doesn't respond again he decides to end it there, "Fine. But if you change your mind we'll be there around five thirty and we sit at the table by the wall, you won't miss us. I'm assuming you have a phone so you can google where Jack's is if you don't know where it is."
With that he gets up and leaves a confused and bewildered Bucky behind.
He's shocked when halfway through his class he finds himself actually considering it. Not because he wanted to forgive them or be their friend, but because...
Because?
Dammit. He doesn't even know.
Fridays at Jacks weren't what they used to be. Not at least since that night. Everything changed that day, including where you found your happiness.
You used to be carefree when you came here, but now, you felt isolated and sad.
You watched as your friends talked and laughed around you, and you tried your best to ignore Matt's eyes, looking at you as if he was waiting for you to say something.
When the waitress brings over a plate of chips and queso dip, everyone's mood perks up even more. Some cheesy alternative rock song is playing in the background and you feel yourself drown out again into the oblivion of your thoughts.
"Get some chips, Y/N." Sharon tells you with a nice smile.
"Nah, I'm okay. Thanks."
"I know who would love some." Matt says, a huge smirk popping up on his face. You narrow your eyes at his odd behavior, as he reaches over dramatically to dip in his own chips. His eyes are over Carol's shoulder. "You made it."
You quickly turn your head, along with everyone else, and you're surprised to see Bucky standing there.
Matt invited Bucky here? Your didn't have a problem with that at all but you also didn't trust Matt at all. What was he doing?
Matt asks everyone to scoot down and they do so, making room for Bucky. He sits down directly across from you and your eyes meet across the table. He looked nervous and shy, his eyes staying mostly glued to his lap.
He wasn't conformable here.
You narrowed your eyes once again at Matt.
What was he doing?
"So. Bucky. You like chips and queso?" Bucky's is caught off guard by the random question and he opens his mouth to respond but Matt cuts him off again, "If not we can get you something else. Mozzarella sticks? Fried zucchini? I won't judge you."
"Uhm. No, chips are fine." He says slowly and carefully.
"Go for it." Murdock motions to the dip in the middle of the table and Bucky hesitantly reaches forward for a chip and dips it. The chip cracks in the middle, leaving one half in his grip and the other in the dip, "Oof." Matt says.
"Matt, what the hell are you doing?" Your question has everyone looking at you including Bucky.
"What do you mean, Bunny?" His question is to patronize you and to jeopardize this. You know it the second he narrows his eyes at you right after he asks the question. He clears his throat and looks away, "Bucky, I think Y/N might have an issue with you being here."
Bucky's eyes meet yours. There's something in his gaze that you can't really pinpoint.
"What? No, that's not what I'm saying." You say, "I just know you're a turd, Matt."
"Why are you ganging up on me for? You're the one who said he's so cool so I invited him to hang out with us, and you're acting like I did something I shouldn't have. I just want to make you happy, Y/N."
"I think she's talking about your sarcastic niceness." Sharon mumbles under her breath to Matt, but everyone hears it.
Bucky is feeling more uncomfortable by the second. He knew this was a mistake. He doesn't know what he was thinking coming here.
"You guys are crazy." Matt says, "Come on, dweeb, get some food already. I mean, Bucky, sorry." Matt adds quickly with a shake of his head.
Bucky raises a brow at him and Matt laughs humorlessly.
"Habit." He says.
Bucky takes in a deep breath and places both hands on the table in front of him.
"I think I overstayed my welcome." Bucky says lowly, raising himself up onto his feet.
Shit.
"Already? So soon?" Matt asks, his tone tainted with malice and more sarcasm.
Bucky doesn't give anyone else a second glance, not even you. He can already feel his hand shaking as he finds the dignity to walk away from literally his worst nightmare.
"What the hell is wrong with you." You sneer at Matt. He looks offended at your words, as if he's shocked by it.
He barely has time to verbally respond, before you find yourself running after Bucky.
N E X T C H A P T E R
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NSFW Alphabet - Zetsu
age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.
Word Count: 633 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version
A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?
- Black doesn't care, it's time to sleep. White will get you anything you need and take care of you.
B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?
- For black it's his arms. For white, it's his face.
- For you, black likes your arms. While white likes your chest.
C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?
- Wouldn't recommend swallowing it. Tastes like an earthy type. An off-colored dark white.
D: Dirty Secret
- White likes your smell. Clean clothes, bath towels, anything that isn't "dirty." Black doesn't hate you, but white never shuts up about you and Black enjoys spying on you when you think you're alone.
E: Experience - How much experience do they have?
- None you're their first time
F: Favorite Position
- White loves missionary and lotus. Black loves doggy and reverse cowgirl.
G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?
- Black is very serious, white is not serious but not really funny.
H: Hair - Shaved, not shaved, color?
- Black keeps it trimmed, otherwise white would never do it. Green like their hair.
I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?
- White would be very intimate, holding hands, marking, etc. He'd try his best to be as romantic as possible. Black, not so much, but unfortunately, he's stuck with white.
J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?
- Once in a while, black has more self-control than white.
K: Kink - Their kinks?
- White likes anything you're down to do. Black maybe tying, you marking him, etc.
L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?
- Bedroom, or somewhere private in the woods, where no one will see or hear.
M: Motivation - What gets them into it?
- For black it's lingerie, suggestive remarks, being overly touchy. For white it's just your general existence and maybe teasing.
N: No - Will not do/turns them off?
- Anything that harms you three. Adding additional people, you have three already. Why do you need more?
O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?
- White loves pleasing you so definitely giving. Slightly skilled, but he might need some help and direction.
Black is very skilled but likes receiving.
P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?
- It will be a long night. White likes going slow and hard. Black likes going fast and rough. Neither can decide which you like better and will argue about it while trying to please you.
Please help direct those two.
Q: Quickie - How often?
- Once in a while if you can convince black.
R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?
- White is down to do whatever you want, black not so much.
S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?
- 5, for about an hour each, with breaks. Although, you guys will probably only do 2-3.
T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?
- Black would love to use them as punishment for you. White will only use them to please you - if you really want. Although, he'd be kind of upset because he doesn't think he's good enough.
U: Unfair - How much do they tease?
- Black loves teasing you, white may give a few teases but mostly he's worried about pleasing you however he can or maybe you didn't understand what he said.
V: Volume - How loud are they?
- White is very loud. Black is the opposite.
W: Wild Card - Something random?
- Neither of them has a human-like dick except when they come together.
X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?
- Half black, half white straight down the middle like the rest of their body. 6½, smooth, about 1 or 2 noticeable veins. Uncut.
Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?
- White is very high, black is very low.
Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?
- Black falls asleep right away, and white falls asleep an hour or two after you do.
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ehehehe I have received some qUESTIONS from @dang-i-like-whumpng-i-like-whump from @meowsikbox 's post :D
38 - Pete - Why did you let this Happen?
His voice almost breaks with each fractured word, "I-- I thought if- if- if I just-- I d-d-didn't want this--!"
"I just wanted to be left alone, I wanted a normal life, but i c-c-c-c-c-couldn't stop it-- st-st-stop them, I... t-tried, I r-really did, but he-- but he was, wwas too strong, he tried to-- h-h-he drown me, Burt-t-ton, hhhe--"
Pete sniffles, wiping repeatedly at his tear-filled eyes. The sleeve soaked many up, but the smeared drops made it easier for more to slip down his cheeks in streams.
"I-- I let it-t-t happen... It's my fault..." he whispers. "I-- I ch-ch-chose to let, to let him bh-beat me be--cccause I-- I thought I'd be ss-ssafer that way, if nnnn-- no one, nno one not--iced me, if I st-- if I stayed out of, of t-trouble..."
((look what you've done lmao he's bawling now :D how cute~))
~*~
38 - Demon!Johnstone - Why did you let this Happen?
"I didn't let this happen," he seethes at you, glaring daggers through your body from his prone position on the ground. "It was that pathetic fucking fish."
He tries to push himself off the ground to lunge at you, but his legs are shaky and too long, lacking their previous coordination. He trips and falls back to the ground with a thud and a grunt, still swinging blunt, clawed hands at you.
((oh, what a foul temper this man has ^-^))
~*~
39 - Pete - What is wrong with you?
Pete stares at you, eyes wide, "W-what?" He stammers, voice breaking, "Wwww-wh-what's--... what's wwrong with, with me...?!"
"I- I- I dddddon't, I don't knnow, I don't knnoww--" he sobs, "there're ssso--... so many things, I don't know where to start, pl-plea-please, don't mak-k-ke me answer...!"
He clasps his hands and draws them in; you didn't think he could shrink more. Tears glimmer in his eyes before he answers:
"Wh-what isn't?"
~*~
52 - Pete - What’s the most painful weapon, in your opinion?
"Oh P-p-powers," he says in a tiny voice. He squeezes his eyes shut at the memory.
"The wh-whip, it burns, he, he, d-doesn't, hhhe doesn--n't even hhave to c-c-cccccrackkk--" he chokes, "--it... it burns, it hurts so much... I-- it's, it's-- it's the wwh- worst weapon, it was made to hurt."
~*~
66 - Johnstone - Do you think that you’re going insane?
"I am not going insane, how dare you," Johnstone growls. His lips pull back into a snarl, and his eyes narrow into a scathing glare;
"How DARE you-- it's that fucking belunae's fault, ALL ITS FAULT!! IT RUINED EVERYTHING and you DARE SUGGEST I'M THE ONE GOING INSANE for LOSING EVERYTHING I EVER WORKED FOR?!"
((fhdhehhdd he got ruder))
#whump#whumpee questionnaire#whump ask game#whumpee#whumper except he's sorta a whumpee in this scenario just a lil bit he done got fucked over (accidentally)#god johnstone sounds like lotor in my head... what even#whomst#except nastier and more actively fucked up#whumper#oc#ocs talk#whump oc#Pete Spencer#Sorrel Johnstone#emc answers asks#emc's writing
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Freya Ridings - Castles (Official Video)
and they talk about it. and the two say we are addicts...and figured out something..these peoople are giants. biig. and he says it. the giants crushed a ton of jeager one hundred mile high.and now it happened they saw it later..w.ere in awe and fear. saw him and thought ours. and wont leave lol. no its sick they die a lot dont care. we use it ok. but for real we have an annuoncment. and regarding castles. they are huge into it. well. mac daddy is. and we say it jc mary iddnt have the stone we did. and he drilled. tested. and ti did not go in. no. the daimond wet drill did not. and carrie from king of queens has been wiating, and really, his father i s the king of queens and is trump. meaning dave named him ok. and i walk like the freia here. she is wierd i act odd too like her. but they copy my characters yes. odd. ok. i walk with distinction. and regal and they all say it. i am important. and they hv a dummy on hte bus smoking say it is my husband but really it is rob lowe. he found out about macs konwing. the whole story ok. was not the dummy on set ok. they drilled, and stopped.
took pics and tried witha new bit. nope and a wet one same as teh first. nope. tried a control yeh but not on the wall.
now they are upset. seek answers dont have any. want him up there need to study the whole thing look for clues ue it as an excuse. nonoe will allow they fire on morlock here shut up then and shoot them all. and kill them. rounded behind the one hundred thousand. consumed them with fire. and hit them all. blew away those outside and h ave new ferver.
now these psuedo empire are charged. and at it with teh others. hit. and are in here shortly pulling. twenty more p lan to go to the first ring, and they will go they say it. and ready now. but the psuedo emire is there at the ring. hit the groups. took them down. are at them sortly here. say it too. tons see. these fleas sucka as well he hits one. saw it. tons see hits them yes. and we hit thse. needed to see this. and i mean it. the psuedo empire is in. needed tos ee thier aggrerssion. however, we needed to see the morlock reaction it is very bad we know it is. we help now here. stop his capure and stop the mrolock. the psuedo empire willt ry to grab him a lot now.
the mrolock fall
Hera
Zues
we can confim it.they fall globally. are out shortly. then the psuedo empire. they shall fall after not long after. and are mean about it. have just days left. but will defeat the morlock first. are crushing them now. seek them all out t oo. all over. offer rewards hire mercs. tons of them. and hit. all over. tons of them die tonight. they say it. need it the ships and stone and more. will try for him too non stop. and yeh it is a pain not as dumb but a pain. and will try to fund him to move him out of here use theri infight. the empire too wnats this. will try it shortly. we see them ready at ss and to issue it. tons say it no way. they hear why and are getting onboard cannt resist. we needed this this scenario blows. tommy f seen to have the pole position, move him push the ship down and get now.
we expect it shortly too. within onne week. he will be shocked. it is a lot. the break beetween arriving at his dads after buffalo and to the re starting. it was about three months so about 5400 but he was there for five months. a while ok did work too. and the amount is more. about 9000 plus. and they add days too. and see why it is these they wont do it at all didi it in the start. are going to get hit now. did iit to force thier way in and took it from them and it was from psuedo empire and they work for macs.
Thor Freya
we knew but her it. the morlock say no not over our dead body adn more we repay for the gap your bush ppl did ad they infight. and over the dollar value. tons say it. they pay out tahat you pay this. but move him to utah on prupose and to take the ship fromn clones and true it is what that is.
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“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve just gotten the go-ahead, so it looks like our finals can now proceed between this plucky little pugilist possum, and the undefeated champion of the Canopy’s concrete colosseum,
“The one.
“The only!
“HRONK!!!
“BORIS THE POMPABOAR!!!!”
She never liked how cocky this one was, if she’ll be honest.
Boris always had a certain air to him, a certain je ne sais quoi that made Kit feel frustrated every time he went into that arena.
When his win rate steadily went up and up, it only fueled him further--it was like a Mobius Strip of consequences. It felt like there would never be anyone who cared enough to actually take him down.
Sure, she could think of a couple people who actually could--Valente, Friedrich, one of her guards on a good day--but nobody actually wanted to put the effort in to do it! Always too busy with a plethora of other things--of which, she didn’t blame them for this, not at all. It was just slightly frustrating, having to cut out her favorite thing to watch because of some smug jerk-off who ruined the whole thing!
What was the point of watching if fate already told the tale?
Of course, this was all until that opossum came about.
Poppy Odeletta Possum.
What an interesting specimen, really. She’s never seen anyone so strong before, someone who looks like they could easily break a house in half with their pinky toe. It helped that she looked really nice as well.
Surely, if anyone were to defeat Boris, it would be the opossum. She would easily go against the odds and win, Kit knows it for sure.
In fact, here she goes right now, curling up her tail and launching herself at her foe!
POW!!!
The hit landed cleanly on the giant boar’s stomach, and...!
...
He didn’t move.
Oh bother.
This fight was going to be a whole lot harder for Poppy than she expected, wasn’t it?
---
OW, OW, OW, OW, OW, OW.
DIDELPHI DAMN IT WHAT THE CHUCK--OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
She looked up at the, now very menacing boar, and winced.
“H-How did you...?”
“Oh, didn’t you hear?”
He lifted up his head, throwing a real hard punch straight at the opossum!
“FLIP!!!”
A punch she barely dodged.
“Around these parts,
“I’m a real S U P E R S T A R ! ! !”
And with that declaration, he grew ever larger.
And larger.
Oh slip, she really messed up this time, didn’t she...?
WELP.
GUESS IT’S TIME TO RUN.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”
---
That is a rather powerful Lucky Star.
Again, part of the reason why she doesn’t like him.
How fair was it really that one man’s own confidence decided an entire match? And with the entire crowd vehemently cheering against the opossum, it felt as if this was an open and shut case!
And she hated that! It was bull-hockey!!!
In what world was any of this fair???
S M A S H ! ! !
That poor opossum was crushed in between his two hooves.
She sighed.
A shame, really. So much for changing up the status quo. So much for her ambassador.
Maybe Arthur has a recommendation--
“Whatever Poppy was trying to goad him into doing, it seems to have backfirrrred rather badly--”
“WOAH WOAH WAIT A MINUTE!!!! LOOK AT THAT!!!!!!”
“Well I’ll be damned.
“The opossum still stands!!!”
It looked like she was trembling terribly, however. Who knows how long she can keep this up?
---
“WHAT?!?!?!
“THAT SHOULD’VE BROKEN EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!!!!”
“Hey, hey now! Don’t just go assuming every bone in my body is as delicate as my hand’s.”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
SHE IS IN SO MUCH FLIPPING PAIN RIGHT NOW!!!!!
THIS STUPID GAMBIT BETTER WORK DAMN IT!!!!
“Now you, on the other hand...~”
And he looked down at his hands--er, hooves, actually, noticing just how cracked they are.
She couldn’t help but snicker to herself as he started to despair about his appendages.
“Looks like I hurt your ego, too!
“And just like a balloon, one faulty seam’s all it takes to let all of your hot air out~!!!”
“You.“
Wait, huh?
“Cracked.”
That... that doesn’t sound like a balloon deflating.
“My.”
Maybe it’s... just a fluke? Like, he’ll start getting smaller and more manageable any secon--
“HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
---
HOLY--
THE ARENA DOESN’T HAVE MICROPHONES--SHE SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO HEAR THAT FROM WHERE SHE IS!!!
“I’M GONNA SMACK YOU ALL THE WAY TO SKYHENGE!!!”
And the opossum started to dodge and weave between this monster’s attacks, the arena getting viciously dented all of the while.
He has gotten... impossibly large.
She was not aware that his Lucky Star also worked with anger.
It was terrifying, to say the least.
“I’d sure hate to be Miss O’Possum right about now!!!”
Yeah, no kidding.
“What do you think Poppy’s chances of success are now, Friedrich?”
“She would need a miracle to win this bout, your highness.”
Oh Vulpis, give her strength--
“THIS IS IT, POSSUM!!! HERE COMES THE GRAND FINAL--
“eh???”
“I don’t believe it!!! Is that--”
“...Ribbitina from Funzie Frogo?
“I think I remember babysitting Twee with that show in the background.” Snickered, “I remember Della being her favorite character!
“Oh that’s really kind of cute! Isn’t it, Friedrich?”
“Downright adorable, your majesty.”
And, seemingly, the boar started to shrink. Steam coated the entire arena, making anything and everything impossible to view. Drat!
She wanted to see how this ended. She wanted to see who would win!
Oh well. The announcers will say who won soon enough.
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(Pond backs off before priming for another attack. Her casual demeanor contorts into The Queen’s rage.)
*”How dare you defy me like this! You’re nothing more than a pathetic excuse of a pot-bellied weakling!”*
(“Willow’s” fighting posture becomes more confident. “Her” expression turns into a strange mix of somberness and smugness.)
“And you are getting so furious that you can’t even insult me properly. I’d give you advice on how to avoid redundancy, Your Highness, but you clearly aren’t willing to listen to me in any capacity.”
(“The Queen’s” seething becomes more cold and sinister.)
*”I would not say such things if I were you.”*
(Slowly, “The Queen” glides towards “Willow”. “Willow” attempts to retreat, but “The Queen” grips her arm around her opponent’s waist. Pond snaps out of character and makes eye contact with William.)
*Hey, out of curiosity, what’s your new number?*
S-Seven.
(Pond shuts her eyes. She exhales sharply.)
*I already picked mine to be 20 after that little quip you gave. To be honest, I was really hoping your number wouldn’t be this low.*
Well, I didn’t pick the lowest number, so I’m still in this game… Correct?
*Yeah, but now I’ve gotta narrate this next part. Really drive this home and everything. Sorry in advance, Mr. Afton.*
Oh, please, what could possibly be worse than an unintended character death?
(Without a warning, Pond’s “weapon” pokes William’s stomach. William gulps, now second-guessing his words. Meanwhile, Pond narrates in the most stable tone she can muster.)
*Well, the Queen’s decided to play a little “eye for an eye” thanks to that gash you’ve given her robe. Or, I guess in this case, “prized clothing item for prized clothing item”.*
(Pond moves the stick off of William, then makes its position upright. Moderately satisfied with this change, she cuts through the air mere inches away from her former target.)
*She moves her sword upward in such a way that she gradually undoes your corset. Lace by lace, carefully cutting until the dress underneath gives way. You’ve now gone from a decently-shaped figure to a pear-shaped body that your opponent had every right to mock— At least, according to you.*
(Pond gently shoves William away, watching as he fumbles onto the ground. William, in turn, gives his best mortified expression at his imaginary circumstances… For a couple of seconds. Then it turns into confusion.)
…Hang on. You didn’t properly follow through with that action. At least I bothered to give you a controlled smack across the shoulder-blades.
*I-I’m sorry?? I honestly thought that would’ve been a bit too much. Because, y-y’know, that would’ve required me to… A-And I didn’t wanna go too far…*
(William looks down at his stomach. His face burns red at the thought of Pond’s movements practically matching the description she just gave.)
Oh, right.
H-However, I wouldn’t brush it off entirely. Acting sometimes requires doing things you normally wouldn’t in any other circumstances. And, since we’ve been doing that to such a strong degree up until this point, why stop now?
*So you’re saying I do the scene again, but actually undo the part where the “corset” would be?*
After I change outfits, of course. I don’t want to ruin a shirt that was just gifted to me. That would be rude.
*I… But… Are you at least going to wear a tank top underneath the main shirt??*
Not if I need to give my best performance.
*…What in the world happened over at Atlas’ place that made you decide any of this!?*
…Let’s just say that Glitchtrap’s precious “ceramic goop bunny” made me realize a few things. One of which being that sometimes the things you loathe about yourself can be the things that someone envies.
*I don’t see how’d that relates to our current issue here, but s u r e. W h y n o t? :/ :/ :/*
#william afton#mod pond#in character#conversation#willow’s return#boss battle#interruption#ooc:#yeah boi#hey atlas if you’re reading this#your william’s made mine gain some confidence I think#(maybe a bit misplaced at the moment tho)#anyways#here’s a bonus fun fact#this is the second time wiliam’s actually picked up something from another afton and used it in this scene#the other was basement bunny burntrap’s mastery of deflection#I’m so salty that I didn’t bring that up earlier
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Could I get a scenario modern day au where eren is on the phone and he makes his S/O ride him while hes on the phone
Yes you can, Thank you for sending in a request!!♥️
Eren Yeager x fem!reader - Having you ride him while he’s on the phone
cw: Vaginal sex, sex while on the phone, light choking, brief blowjob-ish
a/n: not me struggling to write this because I’m beefing with a dude called Eren irl 👹
“You’re kidding me?! The one time I don’t go I miss all this?”
Eren chats and laughs loudly, his phone pressed against his ear. He’s sitting next to you on the couch, his free arm resting leisurely over the back of the couch, his fingers teasing your neck and his nails scraping past the sensitive skin now and then.
Why did Armin have to call right now? Just a few minutes ago Eren’s lips had been on yours and his hand up your shirt, grinding the bulge in his pants against your panties eagerly. You had been so ready to have him shove his cock into your wetness, but then his phone rang. When he got off of you to pick up the phone, you had expected it to be a short call, but you were unfortunately wrong. Jean had gotten shit faced the night before and Eren wanted to hear all about it from Armin, leaving you pouting next to him on the couch.
You tug at the end of your skirt impatiently as Eren continues calling next to you. Your core still throbs with need, it’s not fair that he got you all fired up to just leave you like this.
His hand grabs your chin, making you look at him. ‘Come here’ he mouths, flashing you a grin. You raise your eyebrows in confusion, but do so nonetheless, his hand sliding over your arm and guiding you onto his lap.
You can hear Armin still talking on the other end of the call, a second voice joining in now and then in the background which you are guessing is Connie. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you cock your head to the side, questioning him silently about what he wants.
“Please tell me you took pictures.” Eren tells Armin while his hand slides up your stomach, your breath hitching when he reaches your chest.
He gropes at your breasts eagerly through your top, the lustful intention behind his request now showing in his eyes.
Seems like Armin is searching for pictures as Eren quickly mutes himself. His gaze locks onto yours and he smirks. “I want you to ride me.”
Your eyes widen, this is new.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that impatient look on your face. Come on, baby.” He tells you, his hand only leaving your breasts so he can push your shirt up. He groans at the sight of your lacy bra, the swell of your breasts looking incredibly tempting. “Ride my fucking cock.”
You nod your head and grind yourself against his crotch, feeling how hard he already is. Guess you weren’t the only one still worked up despite the interruption. Armin’s voice returns and Eren unmutes himself. He presses a finger to his mouth, warning you to be silent.
It’s odd to hear him talking so casually while you unzip his pants, the emotions on his face flashing past fast as he focuses on both you and the conversation.
“Why did you let him take pictures? He’s a shit photographer when he’s sober, nevermind drunk.”
He breathes in sharply when you stroke his length through his boxers, a sly smile showing on your face. You grip onto his clothed cock, stroking it till you feel him throbbing through the material.
You wet your lips when you free him from his boxers, precum dripping from the tip of his cock already. You want to taste him.
As soon as you move down slightly, Eren grabs your chin, raising your face back up. ‘Focus’ he mouths at you cockily. You pout in disappoint, but follow his direction regardless. Grabbing onto his hard cock, you position yourself over him, allowing your slick to drip down onto him when you move your underwear to the side. His hand finds your hip and his fingers dig in harshly as he braces himself.
Teasing him is a tempting thought. He seems to catch the look of mischief on your face, pushing you down onto the head of his cock easily with the single hand on your hip. You bite your lip as you let him sink you down fully onto his length.
This is what you wanted and you wish you could sigh at the relief of having him stuff your throbbing cunt. His jaw tightens as he tries to hold his own sounds back, his lips parted and letting out heavy breaths.
“What? Nah I just caught a cold, can’t breath well through my nose.” Eren says into the phone, Armin apparently having questioned him on his breathing.
You giggle softly before you start moving your hips, slowly dragging his cock along your walls. He feels so good, stretching you out so perfectly.
He lets his head hang back, eyes squeezing shut as you ride him. He’s has to fight the urge to pick you up and fuck you into the couch, knowing that much faster than you are going right now will be noticeable, your cunt already making enough wet noises like this.
You aren’t focusing on the conversation anymore in even the slightest. All you need to hear is his strained breathing and the slap of your body against his. You want to go faster, take him into you deeper, but Eren’s hand squeezes in warning whenever you change your pace.
Looking at him with his head thrown back, neck all exposed, you can’t help the urge to touch him more. You lean forward, placing your hands on his chest as your lips find the exposed skin of his neck.
“Shit.” He mumbles, letting it slip.
You know you should probably slow down as he quickly whips up an excuse for Armin, but you won’t. He wanted you to ride him and you won’t be stopped by this phonecall again.
When you lick and suck at a sensitive spot on his neck, his hand suddenly finds your hair. He pulls your head back by it roughly, away from his neck and making you face him, a moan slipping past your lips as he keeps the hold on your hair. His cheeks are flushed a deep red and his eyebrows are knit together, the strain he’s putting on himself apparent. He thrusts up into you hard, breaking your pacing and causing you to clench around him wildly. Your nails dig into his t-shirt, gripping the fabric as he continues to fuck up into your heat.
The mischievous look in Eren’s eyes sends a shiver down your body. He’s caring less and less about being heard. He doesn’t even notice that Armin has gone quiet on the other side, so focused on the way you suck him in.
Sorry Armin. The embarrassment of it is present, but only as a little whisper in the back of your mind. Your main priority right now is slamming back against Eren’s thrusts till your eyes are crossed from cumming.
“I need to help y/n with something, hold on.” Eren announces to his friend before quickly putting his phone down further away on the couch.
He grins as his hands move under your skirt and to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and making it jiggle in his hands with every collision of your bodies. “He’s going to hear your messy pussy like this, baby.” Eren croaks out, leaning closer so he can say it softly.
You shake your head. “H-he won’t.”
“Hhmm, are you sure?”
Your body shakes with pleasure and you feel the coil in your abdomen starting to build.
One of his hands leaves your ass to grab onto your neck, holding his big hand around it loosely. “Are you sure he can’t hear, or do you just not care?”
All you can do is shake your head again, your eye crossing moment coming so close that you don’t want to slow down. His hand lightly squeezing your neck only makes more of your slick drip down his cock and you can feel his heavy breath on your neck now, his face so close to you. “You just don’t care huh. You don’t care as long as I keep on pounding your little hole.”
He kisses your jaw as his grip on your ass tightens, his fingers painfully scratching through your panties. “Tell me that you don’t care, or you won’t get to cum.”
A surge of ecstasy and desperation flows through you, your lips quivering. “I don’t care. God, Eren, I don’t care, please just keep fucking me.” You whisper out fast, scared that if you part your lips for more than a few seconds moans will start pouring out.
His chuckle resonates against your skin before he moves away from it. You bite your lip harshly when Eren stares down at you, his intense gaze going straight to your core. He catches you off guard by moving his hand from your neck to over your mouth, the other leaving your ass and seeking out your clit instead. Your eyes widen as your walls spasm around his length when he starts rubbing your clit. “Cum and show me how desperate you were for my cock.” He whispers.
You whimper against his hand, moving your hips becoming increasingly harder, but Eren is more than happy to pick up the slack. His fingers send sparks through you at every circle they draw over your sensitive nub. His hand becomes more of a blessing with each second that passes, keeping your noises repressed becoming nearly impossible.
Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and you can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek in an effort to hold back. His cock starts twitching as he rocks himself up against you, his end quickly approaching. Shit, it had been hard to pry his hands off of you when he got the call, but after he kept on seeing your impatient, lustful face from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t wait any longer. As he watches you bounce on his cock, your eyes watery and rolling to the back of your head, he knows he made the right decision. Even Armin couldn’t blame him for being tempted by a sight like you.
You mewl his name out against his hand, ass smacking down against his thighs repeatedly at a desperate pace. So close, so close you can feel your legs quiver from your impending orgasm already.
Eren pinches your clit, catching you by surprise and violently pushing you over the edge. His hand cups your mouth more intently as whines slip past your lips and your cunt spasms around his cock. He curses under his breath, continuing to thrust into you even after you fall slack against him, little shocks rocking your body. Having the walls of your heat milk him so tightly makes sure that his orgasm isn’t far behind yours.
Hot spurts of cum fill your insides after a last shallow thrust, Eren having purposely pulled his cock out almost completely so cum instantly starts running out of your cunt. Your thighs and his pants become stained even as he’s still pumping you full.
When he pulls out with a sigh, he quickly snaps your panties back in place, covering your heat back up. Within seconds you can feel your panties becoming soaked with his cum, your hole still heavily spilling from how much he filled you up.
Eren’s hand slowly leaves your mouth before he pushes your weak form away from his chest. “Come on, baby, get off. Armin’s waiting.” He whispers cruelly in your ear. Heat immediately rises to your cheeks as your fucked out mind registers that he’s still on the phone.
You force yourself off of his lap on wobbly legs while he looks at you with smug satisfaction. Before you can get away from him, he pushes you down on your knees by your shoulders, your legs easily giving out. You raise your eyebrows at him, but he simply picks up his phone from the couch. “Hey, I’m back. Y/n needed some help moving boxes.”
You bite back a yelp as he forces your face against his cock, his free hand holding the back of your head. With a half glare, you part your lips and start cleaning him off. Your combined juices feel tingly on your tongue as you lick up and down his length.
“Y/n? Yeah, she’s doing great.” Eren looks down at you cockily as you lap at his half hard length. “I’ll have her say hi.”
Your eyes widen at him, your tongue falling still. “No she’s fine with it. I’ll hand her the phone right now.” He tells Armin before reaching the phone out towards you. You give him a full glare now as you take the phone out of his hand, a grin showing on his face.
Your hand shakes slightly as it wraps around the phone and you bring it to your ear.
“Hey y/n...”
Shit, you can tell from the tone of Armin’s voice that’s he’s flustered, and right now that can only mean one thing. You bite the inside of your cheek in embarrassment at being confronted with the fact he heard. Your eyes flick from the ground to Eren, who catches your gaze and raises his eyebrows like he has to clue why you are hesitating.
Swallowing heavily, you try to keep your voice steady even as Eren pats the back of your head, his cock still smearing against your cheek. “H-hi Armin..”
You think you did pretty good, not having heard the light slurring of your words and heightened pitch of your voice. Both men heard it though, and both felt a twitch because of it.
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